<?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>Hod on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/hod/</link><description>Recent content in Hod on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/hod/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Art of Silk Surrender 12</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-art-of-silk-surrender-12/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-art-of-silk-surrender-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="artofsilksurrender11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Art of Silk Surrender 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My parents got home fine, and they, of course, fell in love with Aurora almost as quickly as I did.  We were embraced as a couple as if we had been together for decades.  It was such a comfortable family time, we both actually forgot what we had been through the past five days.  The four of us had a fun, relaxing meal, and then took a quick, naked dip in the pool to take advantage of the last few remaining days of weather conducive to such things.  At last, Aurora and I said our goodbyes and bundled our bags into the trunk of Sue’s car, and headed home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>