[Poggio]

Feeling the swell of his lover, he purposfully made his body bend against the vaccine before rising and setting the bread on the stove to cool. With one firm slap he closed the oven and twisted to see his lover in his new uniform. The craftsman ship was admirable but it lacked the homemade charm of the one from Playe. He grinned rubbing his mitten covered hands over the broad shoulders. "I think its too late for a vaccine..." He said "I already have a cough." he cleared his throat while trying to give a pathetic cough. "I need a treatment for that..." He said letting his lips fall onto the others.