<?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>Neale Suddens on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/neale-suddens/</link><description>Recent content in Neale Suddens on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/neale-suddens/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Plaster Boy</title><link>/stories/2007/06/04/plaster-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/04/plaster-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a horrible wet Sunday morning.  Rain pelted against the
windows of our apartment bedroom and the clouds promised that snow was
not far away.  I snuggled deep down in the bedclothes and moved closer
to my beautiful Mistress for warmth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Miserable weather! What will we do today?’ I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Mistress rolled over and looked at me with those deep brown eyes
I loved so much.  She smiled and said, ‘Well there is no risk of you
overheating today, how about we give my idea a run?’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Demonstration</title><link>/stories/2002/01/20/demonstration/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/01/20/demonstration/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What we do in the name of education.&amp;rdquo; said my girlfriend Julie as
she stripped off her clothes and pulled a swimsuit on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I admired
her trim 35-year-old body that I had come to know and love so much I thought
back to how we had got to this point. Me sitting and admiring her
as she got changed in the dressing room of the main auditorium, what sounded
like a thousand kids, parents and other teachers all sitting outside waiting
impatiently for her and me to begin the demonstration. It had all started
with a simple statement by Julie over drinks one night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Demonstration</title><link>/stories/2002/01/20/demonstration/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/01/20/demonstration/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What we do in the name of education.&amp;rdquo; said my girlfriend Julie as
she stripped off her clothes and pulled a swimsuit on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I admired
her trim 35-year-old body that I had come to know and love so much I thought
back to how we had got to this point. Me sitting and admiring her
as she got changed in the dressing room of the main auditorium, what sounded
like a thousand kids, parents and other teachers all sitting outside waiting
impatiently for her and me to begin the demonstration. It had all started
with a simple statement by Julie over drinks one night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plaster Boy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/plaster-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/plaster-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a horrible wet Sunday morning.  Rain pelted against the
windows of our apartment bedroom and the clouds promised that snow was
not far away.  I snuggled deep down in the bedclothes and moved closer
to my beautiful mistress for warmth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Miserable weather! What will we do today?’ I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My mistress rolled over and looked at me with those deep brown eyes
I loved so much.  She smiled and said, ‘Well there is no risk of you
overheating today, how about we give my idea a run?’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>