<?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>Found on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/found/</link><description>Recent content in Found on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/found/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jump the Fence</title><link>/stories/2018/02/21/jump-the-fence/</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/02/21/jump-the-fence/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Moving to a new neighborhood was hard, of course any move was hard, but jumping the fence into the neighbor&amp;rsquo;s yard late at night when they were not home to use their Jacuzzi was easy. Jessi didn&amp;rsquo;t even hesitate to jump the fence she was just that kind of carefree kind of gal, and she didn&amp;rsquo;t really think they would mind even if they did catch her, the man of the house had seemed like a nice guy for the 10 seconds that she had met him as she was trying to organize and manage her moving crew. Jessi just wished she had had more time to talk to him, she liked to know her neighbors. Plus her muscles were killing her from the stress of packing and unpacking, and the long drive from out of town. She wondered if this guy had kids, she would not have guess that he did, it was just a hunch, but now that she was seeing his pool she was reconsidering her hunch. The pool was filled with weird toys all over the place. Most of it looked like blow up pool toys, and most of them were in the shapes of bugs or the occasional bird, lizard, dog, or cat. Jessi had to assume that toys like this belonged to a little boy so she refrained from her original plan to strip out of her bathing suite and use her birthday suite instead. It had been up in the air until seeing the toys but she now had the answer to her earlier question: No, she would not get in the mood to take the “little man in the boat” on a whitewater rafting trip on one of the water jets from the Jacuzzi.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Whirlwind of a Story!</title><link>/stories/2011/07/12/a-whirlwind-of-a-story/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/07/12/a-whirlwind-of-a-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Whirlwind of a Story!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the East Coast was getting slammed by a lot of Storms and Tornado’s, I managed to pick a day that was never going to be forgotten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As my marriage of twenty years slowly and painfully diminished and the fights escalated to all most every week end, there was no more fantasizing about a great sex life or bondage sex or play anymore, the days grew tiresome and seemed like they would never end. Our neighbors began hearing our arguments as they became loud and nasty. My one neighbor that lived to the right of me always flirted and made conversation with me while I was married to my wife, I usually would make a quick exit or try not to pay any attention to her so that she would leave me alone, now I know I aren’t an eight or a nine, but I am in shape and I have blue eyes, lol. I know I am shallow though because the main reason, other then the fact that I was a committed husband, was that I was totally not into heavy or plump women, now my neighbor had operations on her stomach and all to make herself look better, but she was still plump to me, and that is what I saw in her. It was a shame too, because she was like thirty two, when I was in my early forty’s, she had a great personality and a nice smile, and on top of that she had a great job being a Registered Nurse that she made into her own business by going to families that needed a Nurse on call, so she basically worked her own hours, other then that, that’s all she was.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>