<?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>Rubbermand on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/rubbermand/</link><description>Recent content in Rubbermand on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/rubbermand/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Poison Ivy and Latex Part 3</title><link>/stories/2010/03/23/poison-ivy-and-latex-part-3/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/23/poison-ivy-and-latex-part-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued for &lt;a href="poisonivylatex1.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was by now dark and the air smelled of rain. Kate was unfamiliar with where the cans were or how to work the locks atop them.  When Kate came back from the backyard she saw Paul draping two large rubber garments over the kitchen chairs and a duffle bag at his feet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So, nice and full?  How about a walk to work it off?”  He held up the one garment and Kate could see that it was something like a rubber poncho.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Poison Ivy and Latex Part 2</title><link>/stories/2010/03/16/poison-ivy-and-latex-part-2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/16/poison-ivy-and-latex-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued for &lt;a href="poisonivylatex1.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slowly she began to stroll around the yard, taking careful note of where the poison ivy was located.  Kate had no intention of doing any gardening.  But in her black skintight outfit she but did realize the cover dark, still hours away, could provide.  Kate decided she should look into a head lamp of some sort so she could garden at night, away from her neighbor’s prying eyes.  As she moved around the yard she luxuriated in the feel of the suit sliding over the lubricant, her sweat, and her juices.  She stirred up some mosquitoes, but realized she had absolutely nothing to fear as it was virtually impossible for them to get close enough to her skin to bite.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Poison Ivy and Latex</title><link>/stories/2010/03/07/poison-ivy-and-latex/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/03/07/poison-ivy-and-latex/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“You’re a very lucky woman.”  The doctor said as he came into the room.  “If your neighbor hadn’t brought you in you might have completely asphyxiated.  What were you doing?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I was gardening.  I just bought a brand new house and was trying to clear the backyard.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, you had enough poison ivy oil on your skin that we had to give two nurses steroids and benedryl.  Did you know you were so allergic to Poison Ivy?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>