<?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>D-I-D on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/d-i-d/</link><description>Recent content in D-I-D on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/d-i-d/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Nancy</title><link>/stories/2018/04/03/nancy/</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/03/nancy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a few minor changes that do not affect the storyline, this is a true story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometime in 2004, I was living in Scottsdale, AZ., a place not lacking in great looking women, many of whom were quite adventurous and sexy as hell.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I happened to meet Nancy in a trendy night spot called Barcelona in a rather affluent section of Scottsdale. I spotted her sitting at a table with a couple of her lady friends and our eyes briefly met as I entered and took my seat at the bar.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>