<?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>Catsuitguy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/catsuitguy/</link><description>Recent content in Catsuitguy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/catsuitguy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A View of the Mountains</title><link>/stories/2006/03/17/a-view-of-the-mountains/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/03/17/a-view-of-the-mountains/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She hung there motionless, like an
insect trapped in amber. She stood there in total darkness and near total
silence, broken only by the faint whisper of her breathing. Unable to move
even the slightest, her only sensations reduced to taste and smell and touch.
As she woke from her slumber, she became aware again of the wonderful,
insistent pressure all over her body, like a thousand hands caressing her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>