<?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>Chores on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/chores/</link><description>Recent content in Chores on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/chores/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2023/03/11/chain/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/11/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-26-farm-work"&gt;Chapter 26: Farm, Work&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Time to go to work!” Fred declared as he grabbed Clair’s arm and helped her stand. He opened and handed her a bottle of water from the refrigerator then stepped in Gran’s bedroom to grab a couple of rolls of Vet Wrap and the burlap dress.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“To the barn,” He said as he pointed to the door. The Chinese had it all wrong, why would any man want a woman walking behind him where he could watch a delicious bottom like Clair’s.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bob</title><link>/stories/2018/03/25/bob/</link><pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/03/25/bob/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’d worked with Bob for nearly a year. We ran heavy equipment, excavating for new construction, roadways, anything involving moving a lot of earth. Bob was short, maybe five-foot-seven and kind of slightly built. Bob was definitely one of the guys though; loud, sexist, foul-mouthed and always on time with a filthy joke or observation. Bob loved girls and could spot something wiggling along in a pair of yoga pants a mile away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maria's Punishment</title><link>/stories/2013/11/26/marias-punishment/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/11/26/marias-punishment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Could you come in here a minute, hon?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Be right there,” Maria replied absently, her eyes locked onto her computer screen. She loved jigsaw puzzles, but sometimes they could frustrate a saint. Like now. There was one piece that, no matter how hard she looked, simply was not there. Could a computer puzzle lose pieces?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That one? No. How bout that one? Dang!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Are you coming, hon?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“On my way.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>