<?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>The Cat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/the-cat/</link><description>Recent content in The Cat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/the-cat/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Cindy's Thief</title><link>/stories/2008/08/27/cindys-thief/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/08/27/cindys-thief/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What a day! Two long boring meetings and a financial report due tomorrow
for another meeting. She pushed the garage door remote as she turned her
red Porsche into the drive. It would have to be finished tonight, she
thought. Oh damn! This was Thursday. Her night to go to the gym and lift.
She really looks forward to gym nights. It really removes the days stress.
Not to mention she likes the way some of the well muscled guys look at
her as she lifts. Damn, she&amp;rsquo;d really like to go tonight! She&amp;rsquo;s feeling
horny and some skin tight clothes and getting a good pump would really
have those guys stairing at her. Although she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have time tonight
to take anybody home any way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>