<?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>Averti on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/averti/</link><description>Recent content in Averti on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/averti/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Cesura</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/cesura/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/cesura/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One afternoon last year I was fixing Toby&amp;rsquo;s intrusion alarm. Toby,
my fantastic free-lance domina, had been hanging around and kibitzing,
and apparently finally got bored with all the wiring and testing and nonsense.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m going out&amp;rsquo;&amp;rsquo; she said. &amp;ldquo;Be back around eight.''&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What about my reward for fixing your alarm?&amp;rsquo;&amp;rsquo; I teased.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Toby grinned
evilly. &amp;ldquo;If I come back and find you tied up in the closet bound hand and
foot so you can&amp;rsquo;t wiggle more than the odd finger&amp;ndash;I&amp;rsquo;ll give you a double reward.''&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>