From behind the cowl obscuring her face and through the eyes of her doll Angie, Donna Beneviento was looking in awe at the young man standing before her, leaning against the sink as he drank a glass of water.

Normally the village doesn't get summers quite like this one. It was usually damp and chilly up in this part of the mountains, but for some reason the heat had settled in for about a good week now and although Donna wasn't really bothered by it, her new gardener apparently had been and as such he came in asking for a refreshing glass of water.

Klaus was his name. A young man in his early to mid-twenties of German descent who had replaced her previous gardener. And Donna was simply entranced by him.

For a week she had been watching through the window as he tirelessly worked on her land without a single complaint. She had watched as he wiped the swept of his brow as he plowed the fields, his hands running through his thick blonde locks. Donna could appreciate a good form, form was important in designing her dolls and if Klaus was a doll it would be her most favorite one aside from Angie.

And now he was up close to her, a few feet away drinking his water and although he couldn't see her eyes, hers where pointed at him, observing every movement of his muscles, every he move he made like she had done for the past week.

He was an exemplary specimen. A hard worker, he was kind and understanding, he didn't judge her moments earlier when she made Angie speak to him instead of speaking herself. He had simply chuckled and said.

"That's adorable."

Donna didn't expect that reaction, most people just either didn't give her the time of day after hearing Angie speak or would walk away and avoid her at all costs. But Klaus didn't, instead of ridicule or apathy he found it oddly quirky.

Her heart was beating like a drum. Being this close to such a seemingly sweet man, one that she had observed, imagined and fantasized about. A person she could actually talk to or well in a manner of considering she was speaking through Angie.

"You okay Miss Beneviento?"

His accent was unmistakable and in Donna's eyes and ears it made him even…she couldn't think of the proper word…appealing perhaps? Regardless it made her slightly shiver to hear his concern for her.

"Yes" Donna replied, as usual speaking through Angie.

Klaus chuckled again, smiling broadly at her. Donna blushed from behind the black veil covering her face. Her legs rubbed together, she could feel herself getting excited by his mere smile alone.

In her mind, underneath the mire of misery and self-hate she imagined him ravaging her. Foregoing the politeness and professionalism, and just let him throw her on the table and do what he wanted to do to her.

And she wanted him too. She could only fantasize about the things she read about in the romance books and shows. Never once had she had a man who would actually look her as anything other than a crazy being.

Would Klaus think any differently then them? If he got a look at how she truly looked underneath that veil. Wouldn't he also just run away in terror if he saw the growth on her eye, if he saw how she really looked? Would he run and scream and call her a freak just like the others?

"Miss Beneviento if you don't mind me asking something?"

His question snapped Donna out of her fantasies and she had Angie respond with "go ahead. And please call me Donna."

Another chuckle and smile coming from him. It was driving her mad. Why did he have to have such an endearing smile.

"Very well Donna. Why are you wearing that veil, its very hot around here. Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Donna struggled to find an answer to such a simple question. Should she tell him about her deformity or should she come up with an excuse he would no doubt see right through and just hope he didn't ask further.

Once again speaking through Angie.

"It's just…I have something on my face and it's…I don't want people to see."

"Really," he answered slightly confused "like a scar? Because I saw your portrait and you're a good looking woman. Is it that bad?"

Good looking? He thought she was good looking. If only he could see her face, he would have never seen so much red as was currently on her cheeks from how she was blushing. She tried to shake her thoughts away. That portrait was from before Mother Miranda had infected her with that parasite, before that thing appeared on her face.

"It's….I just don't want you to be scared of me" she spoke as usual through Angie.

Klaus placed the empty cup on the table and stepped slightly closer to Donna.

"Miss Donna I have been here for a week and have talked to you through your doll because I assumed it's comforting for you. That hasn't scared me off now hasn't it? So I doubt anything about you would scare me off."

His tone was so comforting, he was looking at her with such tenderness and curiosity. Donna rubbed her legs together, feeling the dampness that was forming between them, her hands clutching Angie tightly and her breath was hot and irregular.

She held up Angie until it was at eye level with Klaus and asked "are you certain?"

Klaus nodded "absolutely. How bad can it be."

He was so soft and innocent and she was about to defile this curious image he had of her. This was maddening, was she this desperate to be appreciated? Was she willing to face rejection and ridicule once more just for this fleeting moment.

With trembling hands she carefully placed Angie on the table, after which she proceeded to slowly undo the veil covering her face. Slowly but surely removing it, her hands trembling and shaking all the way as she undid the garment and showed Klaus her full self.

And almost on instinct she dropped the veil onto the ground and yelled "DON'T LOOK AT ME!" in her own voice as she covered her face, as well as the growth on her eye with her hands before Klaus even got a proper look.

She wanted to cry. This was a horrible idea and she shouldn't be surprised when he had already run halfway across the street right now.

But instead in this silence she felt a pair of warm hands grasp hers and she opened her eye and saw Klaus's reassuring smile as he wiped away a tear from her cheek and then observed her silently.

He hadn't run off yet. He was looking at her not with a face of terror and disgust, but one of curiosity and intrigue.

"So this is the real Donna Beneviento" he said softly as he observed her.

"But…" Donna sobbed slightly, barely able to put together a sentence "but I look…"

"You look great," Klaus said reassuringly holding both her hands "I have seen people walk around with scars and burn marks, port-wine stains and even some growths on their faces. I understand the fear of rejection yours brings along. I do not know what happened to you that has caused this, but that doesn't take away the remarkable woman I see before me."

Donna was at a loss for words, maybe it was because she had spend so long talking through Angie that she had forgotten how to speak. Or maybe, just maybe. It was all him.

"Look at these amazing dolls you created Donna. That takes dedication, you are here all alone and yet you have kept yourself together. And that makes you unique Donna and that's more impressive then that thing on your face is frightening."

Words couldn't describe what went through Donna, and all she could do was cry through her one good eye. She wailed and Klaus simply embraced her, allowing her to let out all that she was feeling. It felt like for hours she was just sitting there weeping like a baby into the arms of her new gardener.

It wasn't until all tears where spend and she had no more left to give that she finally looked up at Klaus and when their eyes met she felt something react within her.

She seized the chance and closed the distance between them. She had no concept of kissing but as soon as her lips reached his her inexperience didn't matter. For in this moment she just felt it was only him and her and no one else existed.

Klaus's hands shifted to the side of her face as he moved into the kiss and Donna felt her muscles tighten as her entire body was filled with a rush like she never experienced before. Before long they had separated and she was breathing heavily.

Her first kiss. Not like what she imagined, it was fast and unplanned but equally as magical as she had read about.

But Donna also felt the fire that had alight inside of her. She had a taste of this precious thing called affection and she wanted more.

She looked into Klaus's eyes, still filled with curiosity and intrigue and without thinking she asked him softly.

"Please, take me…"

And in a matter of moments the pair devolved into a flurry of passionate kisses. In the midst of their passion Donna grabbed Angie and moved her from the kitchen table to a nearby chair and Klaus threw everything off the kitchen table, the empty glass clattering to the floor and smashing into pieces.

Delicately Klaus put Donna on the kitchen table and pulled himself on top of her, continuing their passionate kisses. As they did Donna took a hold of Klaus's hands and attempted to guide them to her burning womanhood, a sentiment made significantly more difficult by the long skirt covering her entire legs.

But Donna quickly learned that such things wouldn't deter a man as passionate as Klaus. He removed himself from the kitchen table and stood up. He looked into her eyes as if waiting for her to give the go ahead. She nodded vigorously, wanting desperately for him to help deal with the burning sensation that was now enveloping her.

Without a single word Klaus grabbed hold of the long skirt and with one single pull he tore it entirely off of Donna much to her surprise. He didn't waste anytime in also ripping off the soaked black panties she was wearing, leaving her sparkling womanhood completely exposed.

She felt the cold hair around her bare lower half and moaned out softly at the feeling. But the cold didn't both herself for a long time as she saw Klaus standing at the edge of the kitchen table.

He grabbed a hold of Donna's legs and with his impressive strength pulled her towards him until her legs where hanging of the edge. And before Donna could even register what was happening she felt her legs being spread apart and an intense sensation course through her.

Donna moaned out loudly, making no attempt to hold herself back as her nails dug into the sides of the table she was laying down on. She felt it so intensely as she looked up and saw Klaus' beautiful blonde locks sticking out from beneath her legs and she felt his tongue work on her womanhood.

It was beautiful. It felt incredible. IT WAS MARVELOUS.

Moaning like a banshee in heat she gave herself over to the masterful work his tongue was exerting on her wetness. He was exploring her thoroughly, giving everything to ensure she experienced this pleasure. Pleasures of the flesh which she never thought she would experience, given to her by this beautiful, wonderful, kind….

"AAAAHHHH…"

Donna couldn't hold back as the entire kitchen was engulfed in her wails and shouts of pleasure. Her hands where clutching the table sides as she gave herself over to her gardener's skills. His tongue was exploring every part of her, his hands where holding her legs tightly into place, not too rough yet not too soft.

"Yes…oh….oh…please…."

Her erotic pleas where suddenly muffled as she felt him move away from her womanhood and she watched in awe as he stood back up to full height, wiping her juices away from his mouth. Without another word from him she watched as he began to unbuckle his belt and throw it aside and in a scene that felt like it went in slow motion to her she watched as he dropped his trousers straight down.

There it stood, long and erect, bigger then she imagined it would be. Veiny yet strong.

Donna's face turned bright red as Klaus took a few steps forward and looked at her.

"Are you ready?" he asked her.

"Yes…" Donna said her good eye burning with desire.

Klaus looked at her and got into position. Donna felt his manhood poking right at her entrance. She reached out her hand and Klaus took it. She looked at him and nodded.

He pushed forward and to Donna what she felt was almost indescribable.

He pierced right through her with ease and she felt almost weightless, wondering if this what was heaven was like. And then he started thrusting.

She looked as Klaus groaned in pleasure as he began to push into her. She moaned in tandem as he continuously impaled her. The sound of sex filling the entire kitchen and Klaus didn't relent once, he continued thrusting in and out of her even if he eventually climbed on top of the table and on her.

Their eyes met and even then Klaus didn't relent and Donna couldn't keep still. She moaned as far and wide as she could only to be silenced by Klaus kissing her.

She lost herself completely in the ecstasy. The feeling of his soft lips on her and his manhood penetrating her rhythmically to such a degree she thought he would tear her apart. He was unrelenting yet also delicate and passionate.

She felt herself getting closer and closer to her climax. She wrapped her hands around his muscular frame and held on tightly as he continued on making love to her. Sweet and passionate love.

Klaus grunted audibly and she could feel it. He was about ready to burst, her legs wrapped around his waist like a vice and she pulled him in as deep as could be when he finally burst.

"OOOOOHHH" Donna loudly bellowed as she felt his warm seed coursing through her, this led to her own equally as explosive climax and she clutched Klaus tightly as she came all over his manhood, all the while feeling herself getting completely filled up.

With a sigh of exhaustion Klaus felt himself completely emptied as Donna lay there as limp as a ragdoll basking in the ecstasy of it all. He smiled to her and caressed the side of her face, right next to the growth on her eye. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead right on top of her bad eye.

"Donna Beneviento. You are a beautiful woman."

And just for that moment, even if it was fleeting, she believed it.