Tara nods slowly as she gazes down to Micheal.  Hearing his words, brings a wide eyed look for a moment.   Her gaze that looks to you.   Never meet yours,  cast away submissively from doing so.<br/><br/><em>"I like to dance, I have had training in such."</em>Evident to how she can move her body, the ripple of her tummy, the shimmy of her hips in provocative display.<br/><br/><em>"Garden,  I had liked to plant a garden and tend it."</em>