[Poggio]

He waited until they had gone through their nightly ritual and he was mock sleeping on top of Zosa's chest. After an hour of laying in silence and his lovers breathing rhythms told him that the boy was sleeping, he snuck off to the laptop. For nights under a watchful eye he had snuck off to surf the net wanting to surprise the other with an idea he had sparked in his head. Since he could not have a boat he would have a house, far away from prying family. He was nearly ready to reveal his plan and no matter how lovely the others were he found himself continuously clicking a small abode with highly overgrown vegetation.