<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Baronlaw on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/baronlaw/</link><description>Recent content in Baronlaw on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/baronlaw/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Webcam Fun</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/webcam-fun/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/webcam-fun/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Erosboutique &amp;amp; Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hung up the phone with a puzzled feeling and started to get ready
for bed. I wandered into the bathroom to brush my teeth still puzzling
over her last cryptic remarks. The she in this case being a dear friend
of mine for over a year now. I had called her up on a whim and we had talked
for well over an hour. Sure we chatted online all the time and not much
had changed lately but sometimes it was good to actually hear someone’s
voice and not just stare at a glowing screen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>