<?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>M+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/m/</link><description>Recent content in M+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/m/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Locksmithing Emergency</title><link>/stories/2019/06/18/a-locksmithing-emergency/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/18/a-locksmithing-emergency/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was Sunday evening, I sat on my couch watching Netflix and enjoying a frosty mug of beer. That&amp;rsquo;s when I heard a ringing from the kitchen counter. It was the cellphone I used for business, so I hopped up and answered on the double.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Jake&amp;rsquo;s Locksmithing and Security System Installation, Jake speaking.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi Jake, it&amp;rsquo;s Bob.&amp;rdquo; It was my brother, who lived out in the suburbs. But why was he calling me on the work phone?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sex Dolly Factory</title><link>/stories/2018/12/20/the-sex-dolly-factory/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/12/20/the-sex-dolly-factory/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="sexdollyfactory3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sex Dolly Factory 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4a: The Criminals Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The town was becoming more populated as the decades went by, with more people entering and being born than leaving or dying. In a few more years, the town could be reclassified as an actual city, which is what the local politicians want more than anything. There were now more than 200,000 people living within the town&amp;rsquo;s borders. New building construction inside the center of town has begun on buildings that were over ten stories tall. Public transportation now included over 60 busses. The new city hall is schedeuled to open next year with over fifty offices, not including the mayor&amp;rsquo;s office, ten criminal courtrooms, holding cells, a bail bondsman on site, a fully stocked cafeteria, and a daycare center for the town&amp;rsquo;s employees who can&amp;rsquo;t afford a sitter. The only problem with this growth spurt is the inherent rise in crime that goes along with it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tamed</title><link>/stories/2018/01/14/tamed/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/14/tamed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sarah gets stuck in a virtual reality game where she is a four-legged ponygirl.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah Brightman knocked on the door, then pushed it open and entered a
spacious college suite, Two college boys, Duane and Joshua, greeted her, a
little too casually. They were both sitting at their laptops, and didn&amp;rsquo;t
completely stop working. &amp;ldquo;Come on in,&amp;rdquo; Duane said.
Sarah knew the boys only slightly, from electrical engineering classes.
The connection had been made through her friend Harmony - who just at that
moment breezed into the suite from an entrance on the other side of the
room. The girls greeted each other warmly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Boys Will Be...</title><link>/stories/2016/07/10/boys-will-be.../</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/10/boys-will-be.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t believe they turned us down.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Silence greeted the remark as the four young men walked despondently along the forest trail. Around them, the trees blazed with the colors of fall, but the beauty of nature went unnoticed by the reluctant hikers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The four men, James, Jeff, Robert and Wayne, had just made their way to the secluded hideout of The Marauders, a local band with links to nearly every illegal act in the area. The four friends had thought to join, but the seasoned criminals of the gang had simply laughed and chased them off. Now, to make matters worse, they were lost.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Of A Kind</title><link>/stories/2013/08/10/four-of-a-kind/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/08/10/four-of-a-kind/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The bell chimes. I glance at the clock. 7:45. It&amp;rsquo;s Hank. Has to be Hank. He&amp;rsquo;s always early. Of the three he&amp;rsquo;s my least favorite, one of those loud-talking, jolly types, but he and Rod are bff, so there you go.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey! Amigo! Que pasa?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We go into the kitchen, I crack open a couple of beers, then head into the den. The sports channel is on the TV. Soccer highlights. Hank grabs the remote and thumbs it until he finds baseball.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pill</title><link>/stories/2007/04/04/the-pill/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/04/04/the-pill/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubber Fantasies 8: The Pill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The woman at the door wore horn-rimmed glasses and carried a note-pad in one hand.  &amp;ldquo;We would like to conduct a study with your organization,&amp;rdquo; she said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What organization?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why, your rubber club of course,&amp;rdquo; she replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I asked her in and closed the door behind her.  &amp;ldquo;What is this all about,&amp;rdquo; I asked&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can we sit down somewhere, I have quite a bit to tell you.&amp;rdquo;  I led her into the reception room and pointed out a chair.  &amp;ldquo;I am a researcher in pharmacology and I developed a new pill which increases the desire and frequency of orgasm in men.  We are in the clinical trial stage and need test subjects.  So far it looks like the pill will allow orgasms to occur every 15 minutes, rather than once an hour or so.  And you are ready to proceed to the next orgasm immediately after the last one.  The penis stays erect from orgasm and the subject has an irresistible need for an orgasm&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Corners</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/four-corners/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/four-corners/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Part 1&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the midwest, country roads are generally straight and regular, dividing the land into one mile squares. On one or more sides of each square, you might find a farm, its house, barns and sheds usually situated along the road near the center of its length. There were, of course, variations, but, as a rule, the squares, called sections, were pretty much the same.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One exception, in a wooded area, had become known locally as the four corners. Purchased jointly by four friends, the one square mile piece of land had been divided evenly into four parcels, with one friend living on each. Instead of hugging the road, as farms usually did, all four dwellings sat in the center of its particular parcel.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 10: With Friends Like These...</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-10-with-friends-like-these.../</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-10-with-friends-like-these.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares9.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 9: Taken In Trade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 10: With Friends Like These&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;
(Inspired by Feline&amp;rsquo;s much appreciated feedback)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;ldquo;Which one of my friends put you girls up to this little prank?&amp;rdquo; Gregory asked with a smile while staring at Dana. &amp;ldquo;The odds of a cute little pet and her two handlers winding up on my doorstep while answering my ad are remote to say the least. I see the humor in it obviously, but there are only so many of them that know of this little hobby of mine, unless you’re from the club.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>