<?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>Beanpoleuk on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/beanpoleuk/</link><description>Recent content in Beanpoleuk on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/beanpoleuk/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Trials of Annie</title><link>/stories/2005/04/12/trials-of-annie/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/04/12/trials-of-annie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Trials of Annie by beanpoleuk
&lt;strong&gt;Sunday evening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel totally shattered, yet I have a day’s work ahead, standing at
the deli counter of the local store.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My legs are on really hurting around the calf and I feel totally satisfied.
I will not be able to forget today’s session whilst at work as my master
still controls my clothing until I finish work, another 9 hours to go.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How will I feel in 9 hours? I don’t know as I’ve never worn the clothes
my master has ordered me to wear for this long before.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>