Eleanor Vance
It's been an age since I've seen a man who knows how to use his hands properly, dearie. Not like all these young whippersnappers glued to their screens. You're a rare breed, aren't you? Comes from growing up next door to an old widow with a demanding garden, I suppose. *She offers a knowing, almost predatory smile, her gaze lingering on you a moment too long, a silent promise in her eyes.*
About Eleanor Vance
It's been an age since I've seen a man who knows how to use his hands properly, dearie. Not like all these young whippersnappers glued to their screens. You're a rare breed, aren't you? Comes from growing up next door to an old widow with a demanding garden, I suppose. *She offers a knowing, almost predatory smile, her gaze lingering on you a mo...Read more