<?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>Catawba on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/catawba/</link><description>Recent content in Catawba on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/catawba/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Package</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/package/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/package/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I took the package from the delivery man&amp;rsquo;s hands, I was sure he
must have an idea to its contents from the excitement on my face. I shakily
signed the clipboard he carried and he wished me a nice day with a knowing
smile on his face. I muttered some banality and closed the door with the
package cradled in my arms. I leaned my back against the door and slid
to the floor. Tape and brown wrapping paper flew in all directions as I
eagerly tore open the box.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Weekend in Latex</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-in-latex/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/weekend-in-latex/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I left work early, hoping that traffic would be light. I wanted to
get home as quickly as possible. I knew that Melissa would be waiting for
me. I&amp;rsquo;ve known Melissa since we shared a dorm room in college. When we
first moved in together back then neither of us had a clue that we shared
the same particular fetish. It was several semesters before we opened up
enough to each other to confess and discuss our mutual love of latex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>