<?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>Samantha_nw on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/samantha_nw/</link><description>Recent content in Samantha_nw on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/samantha_nw/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sissy Puppy</title><link>/stories/2011/04/14/sissy-puppy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/04/14/sissy-puppy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ben had invited me to his house for a drink, we had met occasionally at the pub, not gone past general conversation yet, so it was a surprise to be invited over on Saturday morning. Ben was tall and good looking, very confident, which was surprising to me that he was single, we were having a coffee in the lounge and he was asking me if I was in a relationship? I replied that I haven’t been with any one for a while as I was a bit shy around girls. Just then I noticed something black and shiny on the coffee table. &amp;ldquo;May I ask what that is Ben?&amp;rdquo; as I pointed at the black object.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>