<?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>Workout on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/workout/</link><description>Recent content in Workout on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/workout/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Horse Walker</title><link>/stories/2012/01/23/the-horse-walker/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/01/23/the-horse-walker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;They are called horse walkers – the merry-go-round looking piece of equipment you see in corrals at various ranches that are used to give equine some exercise. This one has 6 arms for 6 horses. Perhaps someday I will have all the slots filled.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But more sinister scenarios are afoot for my machinery. It is time to exercise the ladies. First I bring out Laura. She is blonde, tan and lean, and I intend to keep her that way. I lead her out of the barn and into the morning sun. She is wearing the standard exercise uniform for my ranch: a red bikini bra top, short denim shorts, and black cowboy boots. Her hands are bound in front of her with a thin leather strap, and she is wearing a 2” metal ring gag with a black leather strap holding it in place in her mouth.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>