Someplace among the records there is mention of a lovely baby girl born to righteous, law abiding parents. Her name was Tranquility Bennett. Tranquility was born with mop of messy brown hair and inquisitive blue eyes. Even a blind person would be able to tell that Tranquility was a rather inappropriate name for the precocious child who grew into a rowdy, rough and tumble sort of girl.

Now, at 22 years of age, Keeley's eyes were still the color of robin's eggs, but the sun had brightened her hair, and when light shone upon it, coppery streaks shimmered through. She had a genial comportment, easy to smile, and quick to find humor.

Of no great beauty, Keeley was still markedly pleasant to look at with a slightly upturned nose and bridged by a smattering of freckles and a little bow mouth all rose hued and hiding a secret smile.

Her lovely round body was oftentimes hidden beneath layers of skirts and dresses, but accentuated by snug fitting corsets to push and pull her already considerable curves into something more.