<?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>Don4u2call on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/don4u2call/</link><description>Recent content in Don4u2call on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/don4u2call/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Room for the Winter</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-room-for-the-winter/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-room-for-the-winter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was 4:00pm on Friday. She was on her way home
from work. His heart was pounding as he removed his clothes. He was in
the basement. He wasn&amp;rsquo;t allowed in his room anymore. Hell, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t allowed
out of the basement very often except for school or &amp;ldquo;Chores&amp;rdquo; as she called
them. He&amp;rsquo;d be hers until Sunday afternoon when she gave him time to recover
and study.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He had to get ready. He hoped she&amp;rsquo;d had a good
day. She took out all her frustrations out on him. He thought back a little
as he sat on the plastic covered metal framed bed. It was in one corner
of the cold damp basement.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Room for the Winter 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-room-for-the-winter-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-room-for-the-winter-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was crying as he squirmed on the stool&amp;hellip;
she was holding the cricket paddle tapping it in her hand&amp;hellip;
 &amp;ldquo;Hmmm sweety&amp;hellip; looks like you need a little
motivation&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;
 He was scratching at the floor with his
rubber covered feet like a dog clawing on a wooden floor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; She grabbed him by his wrists which were
connected to his collar&amp;hellip; she pulled him to his feet&amp;hellip;. spun him around
and pushed him to his knees.. bending him over the stool&amp;hellip; she pulled
the strap over the stool and across his back&amp;hellip; she pulled up the rubber
skirt showing the white rubber ruffles&amp;hellip; then pulled them up&amp;hellip;.  He looked back at her in her nurses uniform&amp;hellip; 
she was planting her feet just to his left&amp;hellip;. he saw her raise the cricket paddle&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Room for the Winter 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-room-for-the-winter-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-room-for-the-winter-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He woke up in a start..  to the sound of
the alarm&amp;hellip; it was 11:00am&amp;hellip;.exhausted&amp;hellip; he was back&amp;hellip; in his room&amp;hellip;
on his rubber covered bed &amp;hellip; he rolled over and read the note she had
left him..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You had quite the time last night&amp;hellip;. I&amp;rsquo;ve had
to go into work at the hospital&amp;hellip;. i&amp;rsquo;ll be home at noon for your usual
milking.. please be ready&amp;hellip;. and change into your uniform first&amp;hellip;. i
have something for you to do after&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>