<?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>Petboy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/petboy/</link><description>Recent content in Petboy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/petboy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Our Little Puppy</title><link>/stories/2022/12/01/our-little-puppy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/01/our-little-puppy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This summer fucking sucks. There is no one around. All my friends are getting summer jobs or off traveling. Jobs. Shit, even the word leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It’s summer! The first one after high school! It’s supposed to be spent having fun! Not slaving away! I can get a job in the fall! But noooo… not according to my self-righteous parents. Either get one now or move it. Shit. This summer fucking sucks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Tale of Tim &amp; Carol Part 2 Chapter 3: Meeting Monica Again</title><link>/stories/2012/02/05/the-tale-of-tim-carol-part-2-chapter-3-meeting-monica-again/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/02/05/the-tale-of-tim-carol-part-2-chapter-3-meeting-monica-again/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="taletimcarol22.html"&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PART TWO – CAROL FINISHES THE STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Meeting Monica Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had left it a full month before I contacted Monica through her website. There hadn’t been a day that I hadn’t thought of her, the three weeks I had been with her, and particularly the last night. We arranged to meet in a local park in Oxford, as least local for me, for I still didn’t know where she lived. Just as with my first meeting with Ann, I was like a nervous 14 year old on her first date.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>