<?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>Mature Lover on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mature-lover/</link><description>Recent content in Mature Lover on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mature-lover/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Hairdresser</title><link>/stories/2009/06/19/the-hairdresser/</link><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/19/the-hairdresser/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;At the age of nineteen I was still living at home with my parents and I therefore knew a number of their friends and social contracts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One friend of my mother, who I would place in her mid-fifties (the friend, not my mother) ran a hairdressing business from her home and after the local barber had made a bit of a mess of my hair at my previous visit, my mother suggested that I may like to go to her friend next time. My mother pointed out that while her friend did mainly cut women’s hair she had a number of male clients also.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>