<?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>Dormroom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dormroom/</link><description>Recent content in Dormroom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/dormroom/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Happy Birthday</title><link>/stories/2004/01/14/happy-birthday/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/14/happy-birthday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Carmen and I had been dating for about two months. I was at a party
at my friend’s dorm lounge the first time I saw her. Long dark hair, flowing
down her back, gorgeous curves, but what really drew my eye was the boots.
Tall, smooth, and tight, they came up past her knees, with two-inch platforms
that only added to her sexy stature. Layers of laces interwove all the
way up her gorgeous taut calves. It must have taken her half an hour just
to put them on. They had a tough, Doc Martens line to them but they were
pure white, leading the eye up to her tight white shorts and faded jean
jacket that she wore unbuttoned over a pink baby tee. As she turned around,
I saw the words “Naughty Girl” in white script on the front of her shirt.
Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed an extra beer from the fridge and made
my way over to her. Offering her the bottle I let my eyes drift down to
the writing on her chest then slide back up to stare into her brown eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>