<?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>Plastercast on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/plastercast/</link><description>Recent content in Plastercast 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/plastercast/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Plaster Boy</title><link>/stories/2007/06/04/plaster-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/04/plaster-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a horrible wet Sunday morning.  Rain pelted against the
windows of our apartment bedroom and the clouds promised that snow was
not far away.  I snuggled deep down in the bedclothes and moved closer
to my beautiful Mistress for warmth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Miserable weather! What will we do today?’ I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Mistress rolled over and looked at me with those deep brown eyes
I loved so much.  She smiled and said, ‘Well there is no risk of you
overheating today, how about we give my idea a run?’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>In the Vice 5</title><link>/stories/2005/08/07/in-the-vice-5/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/07/in-the-vice-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In the Vice by Rbbral&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kathy called in a day later at Dee’s apartment, she said it was on for
that afternoon, but did she want to go shopping? Fine, Dee thought, and
Kathy smiled as Dee, in a t-shirt and jeans left with her. As they drove
away, Kathy’s cell phone rang and, smiling at Dee, she answered it. Yes,
yes, fine, no problem, Dee tried to make the conversation out. Then Kathy
hung up and looked at Dee.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Plaster Boy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/plaster-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/plaster-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a horrible wet Sunday morning.  Rain pelted against the
windows of our apartment bedroom and the clouds promised that snow was
not far away.  I snuggled deep down in the bedclothes and moved closer
to my beautiful mistress for warmth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Miserable weather! What will we do today?’ I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My mistress rolled over and looked at me with those deep brown eyes
I loved so much.  She smiled and said, ‘Well there is no risk of you
overheating today, how about we give my idea a run?’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>