<?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>Floattank on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/floattank/</link><description>Recent content in Floattank on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/floattank/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Suit</title><link>/stories/2017/10/07/the-suit/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/07/the-suit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story Submitted By Flyer - &lt;a href="mailto:flyer@lightspeed.net"&gt;flyer@lightspeed.net&lt;/a&gt; -
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;O.K., sign here, here, and here,&amp;rdquo; said the payroll
clerk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I signed my name to a stack of paperwork in front of me. As
if I had a choice. I had been in the military for 3 years. I lived off post,
so as to hide my fetish. I loved rubber. Even on my small military
pay, I was able to mass a good size collection of masks, helmets, suits,
and the like. However on an unannounced inspection of my off-base housing,
I was found out. Even though I&amp;rsquo;m straight, I was on my way to a dishonorable discharge under the &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t Ask, Don&amp;rsquo;t Tell&amp;rdquo; policy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>