a relaxing massage...he liked

He needed the company....something different to the quiet solitude he was used to. He preferred it to the tortuous blabber of another.
He was told he was arrogant...thought too much of himself.
How small minded they were who thought so.
It was a simple preference to share of his own time when he wanted....not feeling forced or obligated.
He had had his share of years, dedicated and given to creating, supporting, growing a home, an empire.
Now everybody had gone their own way and so had he.
He had invited her to breakfast.
In return she said, she preferred his company in her sanctuary.....light breakfast, newspaper...and if he felt.....a relaxing massage.

He liked.
He liked the silence....peaceful. He liked the normality of no words required. He liked the uninhibited semi nakedness of his host.
He liked that food was served without much ado.
He liked that his host expected nothing.
He liked that he found it difficult to read the newspaper she had supplied for him.
He liked that she made him smile.
He liked that she was absorbed in her own world.

He loved that she sighed.
He loved that she moaned.
He loved the look in her eyes when she looked at him....desirous....
"Yes." she said, before he could ask..." i think it is time for your massage..."

RB.