<?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>Apron on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/apron/</link><description>Recent content in Apron on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/apron/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 8: Caught</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-8-caught/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-8-caught/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 7: The Summer House Pooch 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: Caught&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I had calmed down I become aware of something going on upstairs that curiosity demanded I investigate, despite my fatigue. I was wonderfully relaxed and still rather warm from my exertions when I rose, creeping to the stairs with my eyes adjusted to the near total darkness, the shaft of light from the top of the stairs providing adequate illumination for my mischief.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>