<?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>Rubber Phantom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/rubber-phantom/</link><description>Recent content in Rubber Phantom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/rubber-phantom/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Married Life</title><link>/stories/2017/01/29/married-life/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/29/married-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So getting out of work on a Friday and the wife says she’ll be late and wants to stay in. I say to myself, “hmm, I’ve got all this time, maybe I’ll dress up a bit”. I walk to my vehicle with the beginnings of quite a hard on, glad no one else was in the lot. As I drive home I text my wife to make sure she didn’t have plans and told her mine. She replies “Sounds fun. I&amp;rsquo;ll join you when I get home.” She says “We have a pretty lazy weekend, impress me.” I nearly came there, but figured I’d save it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>