" Healthy," Adriana offered. "I think that was the word you used." Yeah. Healthy ... and beautiful. Your breasts look as if you have never had kids. H...ck, they look like they belong to an eighteen-year-old. I know you haven't had time for a boob job, and there certainly wouldn't have been time for it to heal, anyway. So, what's happened?" I really, really can't tell you right now. But, if you will trust me, I'll be able to tell you shortly, and Lillian..." Yeah?" You'll be the same. The same. . I'll get right on it. And the second thing?" As I said, the second is for me personally and I need it done very quietly and very quickly. I want a tail put on a woman named Isabeau Blacktower. She's the Dean of Guilliford Academy, an upscale grammar school for the children of diplomats, politicians and Pentagon big brass located in the suburbs of Alexandria. She should be arriving there about eight this morning. I want to know who she meets with and, if and when she leaves the school grounds,. The space was small and softly lit, very warm and cozy, with music playing and a padded table in the middle. Very small. She had clearly prepped it before we arrived - it smelled all incense new-agey. "You're a masseuse?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. Seriously, you can't make this shit up. She rented this space and worked as a licensed massage ther****t. She was a sexy, thin, extremely pretty gurl who had just ended a relationship. What she really wanted this night, I learned (because she. Son of James and Alexandra Pierre of Brockton, Massachusetts. My father is a sergeant with the Massachusetts State Police. My mother is a professor of literature at the University of Massachusetts in Boston. My older brother Carl is a sophomore at the Massachusetts Maritime Academy and our elder sister Rebecca is a senior at Pine Manor College. We live in a nice house in Brockton’s quietly affluent West Side. Just a family of hard-working Haitian-Americans living in America. I’m very proud of.