The heathens

Charlotte seemed perplexed as you walked away from her towards the heathens, Angel seemed to think it was funny.

"Hey," said one of the girls as you walked over, "new guy?"

"Yup," you said, "I'm John."

"Ashley," said the girl who had greeted you, when was even more curvaceous than Charlotte and had dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, "I'm Jewish, that's why Charlotte thinks I'm a heathen."

"Dacia," said a rather busty girl, "I'm Hindu, or according to Charlotte an illegal and a heathen."

"Nadia," said the last girl, "I'm Muslim or a terrorist and a heathen."

"Well," you said, "I'm a baptist."

The girls all groaned.

"I dont think any of you are heathens," you added.

"Well," said Angel who had walked over, "Charlotte is going to ask the pastor to not give you the job."

"Don't worry," said Ashley, "the only one who takes Charlotte seriously is Charlotte.