My homegirl here is what you might call a person with layers.

The first thing people tend to notice about Jill, whether they run into her on the sportsball field, the beach where she works her lifeguard gig, or the lecture hall at her pre-law program, is her 198 centimeter height and athletic build that makes her one of the most imposing figures of either sex they're likely to often be around. She has mixed feelings about this, as you might imagine.

The second, once they actually get to know her a little, is just how gosh darned adorable she is. What, with her giggling, her blushing at the slightest provocation, and her affinity for stuffed animals and the color pink that she just never grew out of. She's super fun to shop, exercise, or swim with, and there's no better advisor on hair, nails, and makeup.

The third layer, hidden quite treacherously beneath the second, is the fact that Jill needs far less justification to put you over her knee than her general personality would indicate, there's nothing you'll be able to do about it if she does, and when she finally lets you up you WILL be dancing around the room unable to think about anything besides how sorry you are for whatever it was you did.