” as he left.I closed the front door, but got no father then the hallway when there was a knock at the door. When I answered it there was a European... man of about 24 years of age standing outside. He was dressed in black dress slacks, a dark forest green silk shirt opened to the chest and a black leather trench coat with matching boots. He had short wild brown hair, deep green eyes and a short haired beard. ”My name is Lucas. The Master sent me.” He spoke with a slight German accent. “Please. One fact I have to share with you before I get down to my story. The Grammar school was an 'all male establishment'; all the teachers (Masters, we called them) were male and because we were an enclosed society the rule was that we swam in the nude (even the Masters). No soaking wet swim wear cluttering up the school there. Yes, of course we were all very embarrassed when as first years, we were told about this, but when you've been at a school for a few months you just forget that its not. “You didn’t see what I saw during the first half of the game last night.”I felt myself blush, which I tried to hide behind a curtain of hair. Trust Dad to bring that up right now.“What happened during the first half? I think you should explain, young lady. I want to hear all about it.” Mum was using her ‘Obey me or suffer’ voice, but for some reason it wasn’t as scary as it usually was. All it did was make me angry.“Don’t pretend you don’t already know about it,” I hissed at Mum. “You probably. My first thought was, ‘Hell, no,’ but I bit my tongue.“Call my publicist. He knows my schedule and arranges all this for me,” I said with a smile plastered on my face. “I had a great time. Thank you for having me, but I need to get going. I have a few more of these to do today.”She nodded, and I gave her Frank’s contact information. I quickly walked to where Lexi, Brook, and Fritz had waited.“That went well,” I announced.The next interview was done without Katerina. She’d pulled a no-show. They.