Jane, the youngest seeming of the three, had very ordinary looks. It was hard not to think of her as "Plain Jane", especially given her quiet brown ey...s and very straight, shoulder-length brown hair. Jane was very, very quiet, wore thick glasses, and had the thinnest figure of the girls. In fact, I found it very difficult to imagine her participating in this little project, and found myself wondering how much she had been talked into it by her roommates.The third girl was Ling, of Japanese. And yet, for all my talk, there are a couple obstacles that I simply can't seem to get over. The first is the hardest to swallow. I do what I love, and I love to write. Unfortunately, I'm either not that creative, or more probably, just not that good. Not yet. Not by myself. Fortunately for me, I'm not alone. I'll come back to that in a minute.And secondly, it's very, very hard to BE a strong personality, when you don't HAVE one. It's not that I haven't tried. It's just not who I am. I like to. * * creature shifts lightly feeling his weight on her lower body and moves her face slightly trying to move the chain as well. She slides her hand out from under you and sets them on her sides. * * DeathsServant purrs quietly, catching hold of one of your hands and bringing it up against the bedpost where he proceeds to wrap the chain firmly around it, binding you in place. He then draws your other hand up and traps it in much the same way, winding the remaining chain links around your lower. "I'm just thinking we might save money with a single, centralized mainframe."Mr. Mendelsohn knew time was of the essence, for her evil eye was now firmly fixed on his beloved department. That day had been reconnaissance, and now she would plan the first assault. There was no doubt in Mr. Mendelsohn's mind that soon a memo would arrive from Mr. Fielding bearing nonsensical instructions from the ignorant woman. Already Mr. Mendelsohn had allowed a priceless week to pass.Smoothing his black vinyl.