<?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>Stiffmeister on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/stiffmeister/</link><description>Recent content in Stiffmeister on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/stiffmeister/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Holly Dolly</title><link>/stories/2008/03/20/holly-dolly/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/03/20/holly-dolly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Holly Green was in a hurry to get home.  She had just
finished performing at the high school pep rally when her cell phone
rang.  Her mom called to see if Holly would babysit for their next door
neighbor, Jeff.  She tried to keep calm when she replied yes to the
job.  Jeff — their next door neighbor — was the hottest man she ever met.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the 18 year old cheerleader sped home, she recalled how
she was laying out last summer when he was doing yardwork.  He took off
his shirt and she almost squirted the whole bottle of suntan lotion
empty.  God, he was hot.  But she thought that he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t give her
the time of day.  He was older, probably 25, 26.  He didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to
notice her sunbathing that day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>