<?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>Boss on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/boss/</link><description>Recent content in Boss on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/boss/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Indecent Proposal</title><link>/stories/2018/11/10/indecent-proposal/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/10/indecent-proposal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="indecentproposal3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indecent Proposal 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You guys talk about all kinds of things, don&amp;rsquo;t you?&amp;rdquo; I asked, the conclusion a sudden, if not unexpected revelation, the leather gifts from Jack&amp;rsquo;s fellow employees suggesting a great many things about the depth of his purported kink, and by extension my own.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jack&amp;rsquo;s answer, delivered in the form of a knowing mischievous smile, should have caused me to blush. I also took notice that little Jack had not deflated yet, (likely for several obvious reasons) and when Jack caught me looking he just shrugged his shoulders as if to ask what I intended to do about doing this to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Indecent Proposal</title><link>/stories/2018/06/04/indecent-proposal/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/06/04/indecent-proposal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="indecentproposal2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indecent Proposal 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The ride home from the restaurant had been quiet, not because I was angry, but because I was contemplative. Jack had given me a lot to think about, and a rather huge compliment, the latter laying bare what I had come to suspect in the back of my mind. Jack was envious of Mike, his friend and my husband, and I was the apparent object of that envy despite Jack&amp;rsquo;s greater material success.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>