She told I cant sleep in a room with mosquitoes and its better to sleep inside the net.I told her ok and got in. She started speaking to me and asked ...bout my personal life. I told her I dont have a gf. I wanted to ask her about her sex life but did not have the guts. I waited for her to sleep.I just slept next to her closing her eyes and waited for her to sleep. After sometime I slowly put my hand on her tummy like it was an accident. I kept it there for sometime and waited for her response.. This time, we slept holding each other until well after daylight.We woke and Karen said, "Good morning, Husband." Good morning, Wife. How are you this day?"She gave me that gentle smile. "I'm delightfully sore but so happy. What would you like to do today?"I said, "We could have breakfast and bask in the sun for a while."She smiled at me again and we kissed. We got out of bed. Karen getting out of bed in panties is delightful. Karen getting out of bed totally naked is exquisite. We showered. He had wanted to paint her ever since he first saw her, more than a year ago, when he hired on as the gardener for Bellows' penthouse garden twenty-one stories above the street. He used to watch her through the picture windows as he worked, cute as a button in her brief maid's uniform, a lace cap perched on her head, busy-busy- busy, cheerfully swatting at dust, vacuuming energetically.The opportunity to talk to her never came up. His work was outside; hers, inside; and the most he. I knew then that an act such as this was one of affection and I almost cried.“Thank you,” I managed to say, and she kissed me on the forehead.She stood back and took my hand. “Let me show you my special chair,” she said and led me over. “What do you think of it?” she asked.“It doesn’t look very comfy,” I admitted.“It’s not designed to be,” she replied, “but it has some very special features. Let me show you. Why don’t you sit down?”It looked hard and unwelcoming but not dangerous, so I sat.