<?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>Tow on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/tow/</link><description>Recent content in Tow on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/tow/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Repair Garage</title><link>/stories/2019/02/23/the-repair-garage/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/02/23/the-repair-garage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I own a small repair garage in north central Indiana. It’s a modest place, but it keeps food in the table. Every morning before I open, I go get some breakfast and coffee with a bunch of the local boys. The food is passable, but the highlight of the day is when Lucinda comes in the joint.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lucinda, or Cindy as she likes to be called, is the wife of Caleb Fisher. Now, Caleb is at least 50 years old, kind of grizzled old fart that has a big farm. We all can’t figure out how he got Cindy. Cindy is this 25 year old vixen. She has a pretty heart shaped face with a turned up nose, and a figure that is absolutely flawless. I mean I get a hard on just glancing across the diner when she walks in. …and, Oh God, the way she walks!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>