[Poggio]

He would have laughed at the bitter slice of irony but his lips were preoccupied as the other pinned him down among the soft cushions in the back room. Galvin was certain that behind the glass panes, the doe eyed jailbait. He found the prospect of a watcher seemed to excite Ambrosia more. His kisses grew more rough and demanding taking every bit of air away from Galvins lips as he undulated beneath him trying to find the button to release Ambrosia.