Lucy never knew her father, didn't have any siblings, and had spent the years between 13 and 17 caring for her mother as cancer slowly took her. She had wanted to be a nurse, but her grades were not good enough to get into the course, so she decided to become a carer. She had been working at the hospital, helping out the nurses with patients that did not have a million tubes hanging out of them, at least until the insurance company called her.

Lucy was a happy girl, despite the things she had lived through, she didn't see the point in being sad, she couldn't change it. So she helped others. She gave money to charity, she offered counsel for those who needed it, helped others clean their house, shower, prepare food.. and she loved her work.

She had meat on her bones, particularly her chest where her DD cup breasts sat high and proud. She did not flaunt them, especially not at work, but she did not really know her body all that well. She had little time to explore and learn.. and the fumbled mess that was her first time at 16 when her mum was sick in the back seat of her boyfriends car.. well that had been sticky, messy, and not comfortable. She has a fondness for summer dresses, bright colours and a hint of pin-up/rockabilly style.