<?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>Prowl1 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/prowl1/</link><description>Recent content in Prowl1 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/prowl1/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Doona</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/doona/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/doona/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was kind of angry with Sheila, my girlfriend. She works at a computer
place, doing god knows what, until 1 in the morning. I usually work late
anyway, so when she gets home, we can usually stay up a little later eating
each other out. However, last week she was staying out later than usual,
coming in at three or four in the morning, and was too tired to care about
sex.
When I pressured her on it, she just said that she made a new friend,
and that I&amp;rsquo;d really like her.
&amp;ldquo;Donna, you should meet Alex. She&amp;rsquo;s really cool.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>