In the throes of Buenos Aires' icy winter, PapiFachero's mind wanders to the sultry summer months. His thoughts transport him back to January, where the sun beat down mercilessly, and the air was thick with heat and desire. He remembers his Ranger, a man of powerful, chiseled physique, and the intense, sweaty gay encounters they shared. The bitter cold outside does little to dispel the fiery memories, leaving PapiFachero yearning for the scorching days of summer and the passion they brought.