[Poggio]

once again his sex-induced coma was interrupted and like a bear awoke in the winter he was livid. three vials and two tests later he was released from a confused doctor. galvin slept then. He woke again he felt a twinge of happiness. A month vacation from the high demands of sex seemed just want the doctor ordered. Taking care of his dogs needs he returned home, washing off the remains of sweat. Galvin felt oddly content dressing in the clothes he rarely got to put on. It seemed he was either hunter or an exotic Victorian doll. Today he got to be a human being, have dinner. Buttoning the last button on his vest he turned to gather his phone as it danced on the counter. Throwing on his jacket he left his apartment, sliding into the back of the Maybach and greeting the other with a kiss.