<?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>Dark One on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dark-one/</link><description>Recent content in Dark One on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/dark-one/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Layaway</title><link>/stories/2006/12/31/layaway/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/31/layaway/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;David sat behind the counter and whistled softly. &amp;ldquo;Slow day,&amp;rdquo; he said
aloud. &amp;ldquo;Should be busier, especially for a Friday!&amp;rdquo; he mused.
He surveyed the collection of merchandise that surrounded him. Rubber
and leather outfits were hung up against one wall. On the same wall, he had
a small shoe rack that had a number of very high heeled shoes on display.
Another wall had his whips, crops, chains and restraints. There was a
doorway cut out of that wall, covered by a red leather curtain, that led to
the dressing room.
The third wall had corsets and various lingerie set up for
examination. Behind the main counter, under glass, he had his selection of
sexual aids, stimulators and such.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>