<?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>Squirt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/squirt/</link><description>Recent content in Squirt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/squirt/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Haute Cuisine</title><link>/stories/2025/12/26/haute-cuisine/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/26/haute-cuisine/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1-into-the-rabbit-hole"&gt;1. Into the rabbit hole&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t believe we&amp;rsquo;re actually doing this,&amp;rdquo; said Sophie to her friend as the taxi closed in on their destination.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;If you get past the initial impression, it&amp;rsquo;s actually pretty cozy, and the food is fantastic,&amp;rdquo; Tina answered, looking lazily through the cab window at the evening strollers thinning out as the neighbourhoods were getting worse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;em&gt;The food.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, kinda like pork, but more delicate. Healthier, too, or so they say.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shadows</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/shadows/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/shadows/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Every room in the house is lit. There are lights outside shining on the house. Even the trees are wound with lights so there are no shadows. My grandmother is totally nuts about Halloween. And no, I don’t mean that she gets everything decorated and hands out candy to all the mini-extortionists who jubilantly cry out, “Trick or Treat!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She leaves that to me, standing with a small table at the end of the walkway so the little beggars– I so wanted to misspell that– so the little beggars won’t walk onto the property and accidentally cast a shadow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Keeping an Eye on You</title><link>/stories/2025/05/17/keeping-an-eye-on-you/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/17/keeping-an-eye-on-you/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Arnold Davidson sat on the stage-front barstool at the Krazy Kat Klub just as he had done every night for the past two and a half weeks. He was relatively young– mid to late twenties– and there was a military bearing to the way he stood and walked. But his slight limp and some obvious, but muted, scars on the right side of his face made it clear that his fighting days were behind him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Servitium Amoris II</title><link>/stories/2024/03/23/servitium-amoris-ii/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/03/23/servitium-amoris-ii/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Betsy was sweating profusely; she was pounding away on the treadmill approaching her target of ten miles. Since giving birth she had become obsessed with getting back into shape, and it had worked well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was more than toned, exercise had become an integral part of her life, one which pleased Amy to no end.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amy herself was always in their gym, ever since her miraculous transformation. The pair of gym bunnies were rarely apart, they were more in love than ever before.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2023/01/16/chain/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/16/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-19-cell-helen-moves-in"&gt;Chapter 19: Cell, Helen Moves In&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven’t, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bev and Helen showed up about 2pm on Sunday. Bev came to drive the Truck back to Schwartz after Helen moved but she also wanted to see the finished Cell since Helen had done all the final work. Bob heard the truck pull up and greeted them at the front door. Bev was wearing the Schwartz Iron works standard uniform coveralls, but it was Helen that Bob was taking in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Personal Trainer</title><link>/stories/2022/11/19/my-personal-trainer/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/19/my-personal-trainer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…My body shook and vibrated, and it certainly hurt to be sure, although this too was doable. I was right on the edge of something, although what exactly was not entirely clear to me. I could hardly catch my breath, wailing out lungs-full of precious air with every stroke, certainly something like this couldn&amp;rsquo;t possibly be doing THAT to me. It was like I was both here, and someplace else, all at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Psych 1000 - Exploring Human Sexuality</title><link>/stories/2022/07/03/psych-1000-exploring-human-sexuality/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/07/03/psych-1000-exploring-human-sexuality/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="a-new-program"&gt;A New Program&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The University had instituted a new program for all freshmen, based on a lack of understanding by its student body about Human sexuality. In order to create a safer and more open and free campus environment the University had decided to institute a mandatory psychology class for all freshmen that would conclude at the end of their first year. World renowned for their psychology department, the school had decided to integrate all portions of the program into their student&amp;rsquo;s lives on and off-campus, in the dorms even over term breaks. The goal of the program was to increase the independence of students, decrease campus sexual assault and increase the presence of informed consent amongst the student body. New dorms and facilities had been recently completed for the freshman class, which included lecture halls, small group instructional areas, rest and relaxation pods and other facilities needed to implement the program all under one roof. The effort was funded by research grants and wealthy donors to help the university fulfill its mission.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Are All The Good Ones Gone?</title><link>/stories/2022/03/01/are-all-the-good-ones-gone/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/01/are-all-the-good-ones-gone/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1--pre-birthday-dinner"&gt;Chapter 1 – Pre-Birthday Dinner&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A very frustrated Hannah had just finished talking to her overbearing mother about her love life. She was going to turn 35 this weekend but was still unattached. Her mother had been pressuring her every year since she turned 30 to settle down and have a family. She had told her mother it wasn’t that easy to just get married and have children, she hadn’t found the right man yet. As she thought about it, Hannah remembered back to a time when she had plenty of opportunities but had not been ready to settle down. Now there didn’t seem to be any men that were interested in her and she felt like all the good ones were gone. Either they had settled down themselves or moved away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Servitium Amoris</title><link>/stories/2021/06/13/servitium-amoris/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/06/13/servitium-amoris/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-10--the-guessing-game"&gt;Chapter 10 – The Guessing Game&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Several hours later, Angela was laying in her bed, next to her Amy and Betsy were cuddled up and fast asleep. She slowly got out of bed so as not to disturb them and crept out the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Downstairs she dressed in one of her leather catsuits, donned her high heeled boots and adjusted her hair into a tight ponytail. A look of thunder in her eyes, she walked down to the dungeon, which seemed deserted, except for two slaves bound as dolls. On the far wall, she pulled a lever revealing a secret door.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>