<?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>Dave Martin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dave-martin/</link><description>Recent content in Dave Martin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/dave-martin/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Virtual Reality</title><link>/stories/2017/05/04/virtual-reality/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/04/virtual-reality/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Don was in his late forties, still good looking, with a firm toned body. Having lived and breathed computers from an early age he had been asked to head up a new, but small research faculty at Fort Lauderdale in Florida, to explore what was possible in the world of virtual reality and cyber space. To help him he had a young woman who had just graduated. As well as being an attractive young woman, Sharon was very adventurous and always making suggestions regarding what she would like to experience in the virtual world. Don’s task was to develop a system that would be compact and as realistic as possible. Current systems involved the use of large goggles and awkward gloves, with participants having to stand or move around in order to get some form of realistic effect.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Turkish Delight</title><link>/stories/2016/08/04/turkish-delight/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/08/04/turkish-delight/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING: This story contains scenes of death by impailment, if you do not wish to read such scenes then don&amp;rsquo;t read this story.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The cell in the Turkish prison was damp and cold; dirty straw lying on the floor was my only bed. From the nearby cells, came the sobs and cries of my recent companions, two of whom were young women. I lay on the straw, trying not to think of the dreadful fate that awaited us in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Main Meal</title><link>/stories/2014/02/01/the-main-meal/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/01/the-main-meal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Dan was definitely feeling down, Mitzi had walked out on him again,
she just did not trust him, he could not think why, as he only ever smiled back at the many pretty girls who admired him. Dan was in his early twenties, good looking by any standards, with an athletic body, firm stomach and curly dark hair. There was one particular attractive girl who had dropped her phone number in his pocket the other night, perhaps he should give her a call, as he did not fancy a lonely weekend.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Bride for Goth</title><link>/stories/2014/01/09/a-bride-for-goth/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/09/a-bride-for-goth/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This was a good time for Lanita, a young girl of sixteen summers, for she had been chosen as a special bride for Goth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Goth was reputed to be the most handsome and strongest man in the whole nation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nobody in her Tribe had ever met or seen him, apart from the ruling Elders.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every month a young girl was selected from the surrounding Tribes to be given to Goth as payment for his protection, but once a year, a maiden was chosen to be Goth&amp;rsquo;s Bride.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jacuzzi Gourmet Club</title><link>/stories/2013/11/27/jacuzzi-gourmet-club/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/11/27/jacuzzi-gourmet-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Has everyone has been invited to the party?&amp;rdquo;, asked Ellen, a lovely blond girl with a stunning figure and long legs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not everyone my darling&amp;rdquo;, replied Jeff, as he smiled at her. Jeff could not believe his luck that such a beautiful creature would even look at him, let alone agree to go out with him. Mind you Jeff was better looking then the average guy, dark curly hair slim figure and latent muscles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Snake Farm Motel</title><link>/stories/2013/03/27/the-snake-farm-motel/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/27/the-snake-farm-motel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been a long drive, having set out early in the morning, my sister Dawn and I were en route to our parent’s new home in Denver, but not being sure of the route we relied on my old sat nav to guide us there. Unfortunately a severe electrical storm seemed to have effected its operation, and now we were completely lost in the foothills of the Rockies. I glanced at our fuel gauge it was nearly empty, I think we had only enough gas for about 10 miles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snake Picnic</title><link>/stories/2012/10/26/snake-picnic/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/26/snake-picnic/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For as long as I can remember I have always fantasized about given myself up completely naked, to a large snake and to imagine being slowly swallowed alive by a large reptile. It has of course been an impossible dream, but now with recent reports of larger then usual Pythons and Anacondas making their appearance in the everglades and remote areas of Florida, with sheep and goats and other livestock mysteriously disappearing, could my dream become reality? Brought into the region as pets, some snakes escaped and flourished in the warm sunshine and waters of this area.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sacrificed to Snakes</title><link>/stories/2012/06/12/sacrificed-to-snakes/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/12/sacrificed-to-snakes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We are lost in the jungle, the lovely Mandy is clinging on to me as it is very hot, the other members of our party had returned to base and our guides seemed to have deserted us. Mandy is a young blonde girl, who joined our small expedition looking for adventure. We had set out five days ago into the remotest part of the Amazon Rain Forest to look for a rare type of Orchid reported to be in this area.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>