I loved her

OS

Tyrone was about 80 years old, he didn't like people, most people couldn't or wouldn't' appreciate the arts, music even culture. 

But there was one person, the wife of the next-door neighbor. 

A pretty young woman, who seem to have a desire for it.

Which was surprising, To such person who was interesting such things. 

She would spent a hours study it. 

Thou she does think it is beauty. 

Her husband was something the opposite, he does care of the beauty of art and culture than, what its value.

T put it simply cash worth.

At first, he thought, she looked at value of it than its beauty.

Each day she seem to spend more and more of her time there.

Then one day she seem different, in some way. 

She looked the same & sounded the same but there was something off.

Then he told her to go there than study his stuff, I told find out its value of his stuff.

No, she said.

I will not.

No, I will not, he said, I am your husband, you are my woman.

I am your wife, I am not your property, your worker, I am your wife and partner.

He has give you such bad ideas in your pretty little head, you will do what I say, woman.

No, I will not! 

She lower her skirt down her thighs, removed her knicker, unbutton her long loose sweater, then she undid her bra.

As she did this there was a stirring from him. 

As slowly moved to her she stopped him, you about the cost of things than the beauty. 

You sider me a value or beauty. 

The you can used what my needs and my values things are nothing or value .

Yes, let take you, he said .

No, let me teach the value of art, after she taught. 

A few, she aloud him to please her sexually, well that not true it was her, and not her also the old man and her are in the same body. He promised her that her have her body to play with.

Within time my dear, changing body is more science and artform. To understand and doing it are two different things my dear.