<?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>Don on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/don/</link><description>Recent content in Don on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/don/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Caught 2</title><link>/stories/2009/01/15/caught-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/15/caught-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="caught_by_don.html"&gt;continues from part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi, Don here again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope you read the first installment of getting &amp;ldquo;caught&amp;rdquo; so you know a little about the family and how we live.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today is Sunday and our daughter, Janie and her boyfriend of three or four years, Joe, usually play tennis or volley ball at the park in the morning and then come back to our house for lunch and play in the pool for the rest of the day. They use to alternate between our house and Joe&amp;rsquo;s but when Joe started college two years ago, his parents sold their home and bought a bigger and better one about a thirty minute drive from here. They haven&amp;rsquo;t put in a pool yet and don&amp;rsquo;t know if they will, so the kids spend lots of time here in the summer.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Caught 3</title><link>/stories/2009/01/15/caught-3/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/15/caught-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="caught_by_don2.html"&gt;continues from part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi, Its Don again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s Saturday morning about ten, we&amp;rsquo;ve had breakfast and I&amp;rsquo;m out on the patio relaxing, naked of course, and trying to figure out if I really want to clean the pool or let it wait until tomorrow. Janie comes out and asks if I had any plans for this morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I said no and asked what she wanted to do.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Caught</title><link>/stories/2006/11/21/caught/</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/11/21/caught/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi, my name is Don. I&amp;rsquo;ve been into bondage (pun
intended) since I was thirteen and at a boy&amp;rsquo;s two week summer camp, but
that&amp;rsquo;s another story. I live with my wife Jane and eighteen year old
daughter, Janie, who is in her second year of college. We have a four
bedroom house, one of which has been converted to a den with two couches and
a TV. There is a swimming pool in our back yard which is surrounded by a six
foot fence on all sides. Nudity is not an issue in our house and you are
likely to find any one of us running around in the altogether at any time.
Jane is a little more reserved than Janie or me. In fact, on warm summer
weekends, I usually shed my clothes on Friday when I get home from work and
don&amp;rsquo;t put them back on until Monday morning. Janie almost never wears
clothes after her bath in the evening until the next morning.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>