Her lover worked with the medical profession - as a bodysnatcher - and although they were all frolicking in sunny Italy, he was a Scot called Roddy McSporran.
Roddy was the valedictorian of Cadaver School and knew just about everything in regard to the dead human body.
He took a particular delight in torsion, twisted ligaments sending him into paroxysms of mirth.
He never mentioned kissing: ever since his nursie slapped him when he was a baby for kissing her too fondly.
Luca was snapped from her daydream and back to the realities of surgery by Francesca's scream of pain; blood was spurting from Francesca's punctured neck, and Luca quickly sprang back into action, using the duct tape and bobby pins to close the wound.
He rubbed his cheek deep in thought about the nurse, " Are you my mommie?" , he remembered telling her before he tried to suckle on her breast.
Unfortunately, even duct tape and bobby pins can't close off the jugular artery.
Carlo, realizing that the life-blood was literally rushing out of her, rushed to Francesca's side, pushing the one-eyed freak aside.
He quickly stuck his thumb in the gushing hole like he learned to do from an old nursery rhyme.
>oops.. i was too late<
As Francesca passed out, the last thing she remembered thinking was, "I could easily fall in love with this man..."
But then, she fell in love with anything in trousers, including the butch Luca.
When she awoke the next day, she appeared to be in a hospital, and the first person she saw was Carlo, and by his side, Luca, who had both stayed with her through the night to make sure she would be allright.
Luca, and Carlo, looked at her knowingly; 'about what you said last night,' began Luca, 'I have to think about it, all right?'
"What did I say, ohhhh, what did I say?", Francesca said, eyeing the ceiling in wonder.
Francesca, not knowing what she might have babbled to this beastly woman in her weakened state, looked at Carlo, confused (and a little bit worried), and said, "Ummm, I'm still a little bit out of it--what exactly did I say last night?"
Francesca had no memory of having asked Luca to join her and Carlo in a threesome...undoubtedly, the massive loss of blood to her brain was to blame...so Carlo gently bent down and whispered a reminder in her ear.
Francesca looked aghast, and whispered something back that Carlo met with exuberantly; she would accept the threesome, but, if a cunning plan worked, Luca would be eliminated from the action; all they had to do was decide on the cunning plan.
Just then, Luca dropped dead from a massive brain aneurism.
Before they could get happy, 'though, Luca la segunda turned up, stipulating that whatever was promised to the dear departed Luca la primera, was promised to her, and so on, and so on; it turns out all Lucas are generic; so, they had to start plotting again; what could they do?
