Good morning, world!

Simone yawned, stretched like a lazy cat, and shuffled toward the window. With a dramatic flourish that would have impressed absolutely nobody, she pulled open the blinds and flung the window wide open.

It had been hot that night, and she had cast away her sweat-soaked pajamas. Now she was enjoying the relatively fresh morning air caressing her sweaty skin.

"Good morning, world—AAAH!"

Barely a foot below her, Ramon, the gardener looked up from the flower bed, trowel frozen in midair.

"GOOD GRIEF!"

Simone jumped back so violently that she almost tripped over her own feet.

Outside, the gardener gazed at the wonderful sight with growing admiration. The voluptuous boobs, the flat belly, the neatly trimmed pussy.

For a long second, he simply stared at her. Then the gardener started chuckling.

"I suppose," Ramon suggested, "you need someone to plough and water that nice patch of yours. I'd be happy to help you out with a sprout, if you'd like."