<?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>Benson Quick on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/benson-quick/</link><description>Recent content in Benson Quick on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/benson-quick/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Police Convention</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-police-convention/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-police-convention/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;*
&amp;ldquo;Damn&amp;rdquo;, I heard my husband say. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m one girl
short for the convention this weekend, and I know
I&amp;rsquo;m not going to be able to find one on short
notice.
&amp;ldquo;What are you looking for honey,? I asked him.
&amp;ldquo;Do you need another model?'
&amp;ldquo;Yes I do, and there are just none available
for the weekend. It&amp;rsquo;s kind of a specialized job, and there aren&amp;rsquo;t many
girls who will do it.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;How about me? I used to model before we got
married, and since you will be busy at the convention this weekend, I have
no plans&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>