<?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>Jothesmo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jothesmo/</link><description>Recent content in Jothesmo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/jothesmo/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Cuckold Conspiracy to Trash</title><link>/stories/2010/02/17/cuckold-conspiracy-to-trash/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/17/cuckold-conspiracy-to-trash/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“This is an odd way to make a sculpture, Amy.” I wiggled my toes and fingers while she dipped another twenty-four inch length of two inch wide cloth through the vat of liquefied cornstarch.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It’s totally normal. You cast a body, and once you take it off, you fill. Then you make a second cast for the bronze-work. I know what I’m doing.” She wrapped the layer around my thigh, adding to the nearly inch thickness that already had me thinking of the tin-man.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>