<?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>Care on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/care/</link><description>Recent content in Care on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/care/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Love and War</title><link>/stories/2019/03/08/love-and-war/</link><pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/08/love-and-war/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-introduction"&gt;Chapter 1: Introduction&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Cornelius Jacobson Livingston; my parents had a warped sense of humor. They had their reasons I guess. My Grandfather’s name was Cornelius and my older brother’s name was Jacob (and he was killed in a farming accident when he was five). I go by CJ, for obvious reasons. I live alone now. When my ex-wife ran off with a dirty biker after only three months of marriage, I basically swore off women for good. When she left me, I suffered through all the expected emotions. I was hurt, angry, lonely, felt betrayed, but mostly I was angry. After everything I did for that woman, I was really angry. So when I heard she was killed in a motorcycle accident, I didn’t shed many tears or feel the sorrow I probably should have felt for the loss of a loved one, even a former loved one. I even snickered to myself and thought she got what she deserved. One thing I will always be thankful for is that she was the one who insisted we each get a million dollar life insurance policy on each other. The policy had a double indemnity clause for an accidental death. I think I can make my insurance disbursement last a long time. That was three years ago. I have not even dated a woman since.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pampered Pet</title><link>/stories/2018/04/11/pampered-pet/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/11/pampered-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not use without the author’s permission.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Um, this is highly unusual, sir.  Here at The Pampered Pet we only do pets.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a pet.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The middle-aged owner felt a little queasy as she looked down at the woman crammed into the pet carrier.  The caged and naked woman couldn’t speak due to the leather muzzle, so she looked up at the owner with, well, puppydog eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oookay,” said the owner nervously.  “I &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; we can accommodate her . . .”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>