<?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>Sunscreen on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sunscreen/</link><description>Recent content in Sunscreen on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sunscreen/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Free Boy Toy</title><link>/stories/2018/09/08/free-boy-toy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/09/08/free-boy-toy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Hey there, Boy. Why are you staring at me, drooling?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Speaking face to face with a six-foot blonde bikini clad supermodel with D-Cup breasts was not how I saw this trip going.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The jackal clamps down on its prey’s neck. From there it is only a matter of applying pressure to end its life …”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I forced the pillow over my head, but it did no good. How could you block out the sound of a full room home theater sound system at full blast? To make matters worse the den in which it was held was separated from my guest room by nothing more than a thin floor. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>