<?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>Lewd Lloyd on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lewd-lloyd/</link><description>Recent content in Lewd Lloyd on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/lewd-lloyd/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tryst with a Twist</title><link>/stories/2004/08/04/tryst-with-a-twist/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/08/04/tryst-with-a-twist/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tryst with a
Twist&lt;/strong&gt;
by Lewd Lloyd
Tryst with a Twist by Lewd Lloyd&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The lounge was pretty much like any other lounge in any other large
downtown hotel late on a weeknight.  Only a few customers remained. 
The bartender had started his closing activities, wiping the glasses as
he had a thousand times before.  A young man sat at the bar finishing
the last of several beers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Vicki, pretty in her thirties, sat at a table, immaculately attired
in a stylish business suit.  She had kicked off her high heels as
she playfully sipped her customary daiquiri.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Safe Haven</title><link>/stories/2004/04/30/safe-haven/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/04/30/safe-haven/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safe Haven&lt;/strong&gt;
by Lewd Lloyd
Safe Haven by Lewd Lloyd&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Kera, can you step in here for a minute to take a letter?&amp;rdquo;  It
was the familiar voice of Kera&amp;rsquo;s boss Harry on the intercom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Be right there,&amp;rdquo; she replied, picking up her steno pad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kera was the quintessential pretty secretary - gorgeous, in fact - even
into her late thirties, and her stylish wardrobe was an asset to any office
decor.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ride Home</title><link>/stories/2004/04/20/the-ride-home/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/04/20/the-ride-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ride Home&lt;/strong&gt;
by Lewd Lloyd
The Ride Home by Lewd Lloyd&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, you&amp;rsquo;ve got your basic &amp;lsquo;greasy spoon&amp;rsquo; truck stop,&amp;rdquo; said Brian
with mock disdain.  &amp;ldquo;You certainly have unusual taste in restaurants.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brian never said exactly what he was thinking.  With him it was
almost a rule.  He was always sure to leave a little something subject
to interpretation.  His apparently quiet nature belied his continuously
active and highly inventive mind.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mountain Retreat</title><link>/stories/2004/03/20/mountain-retreat/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/03/20/mountain-retreat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was Springtime, and the whole family felt a need to get away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My wife and I and her parents split the cost of renting a Mountain Chalet,
and we all piled into her parents&amp;rsquo; large luxury car and drove off. 
My wife&amp;rsquo;s sister Karen came along, too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d never had a lot to do with Karen.  She was always very nice,
and gorgeous in her mid-thirties, but she seemed quiet.  She was an
executive for a large insurance company, and I assumed that she primary
immersed herself in her work.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>