<?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>Geisha on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/geisha/</link><description>Recent content in Geisha on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/geisha/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jack &amp; Monica</title><link>/stories/2006/07/16/jack-monica/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/16/jack-monica/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure you want to go
through with this,&amp;rdquo; asked Jack, smiling innocently at the exotic form
standing before him. &amp;ldquo;If you want, we can stop now.&amp;rdquo;  Monica paused half a second, then beamed brightly at him. Her diminutive
frame fairly glowed as she stood in the centre of Jack&amp;rsquo;s spacious
special-effects studio. She had recently emerged from the shower; clean-shaven
and utterly denuded of any hair save her head and her eyelashes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jack and Monica</title><link>/stories/2006/07/16/jack-and-monica/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/16/jack-and-monica/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure you want to go through with this,&amp;rdquo; asked Jack, smiling innocently at the exotic form standing before him. &amp;ldquo;If you want, we can stop now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Monica paused half a second, then beamed brightly at him. Her diminutive frame fairly glowed as she stood in the center of Jack&amp;rsquo;s spacious special-effects studio. She had recently emerged from the shower; clean-shaven and utterly denuded of any hair save her head and her eyelashes. Even so, her short hair had been swept back and concealed underneath an opaque latex membrane, smoothed and affixed to her pale, flawless skin by the judicious application of spirit gum.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jack &amp; Monica</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/jack-monica/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/jack-monica/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure you want to go
through with this,&amp;rdquo; asked Jack, smiling innocently at the exotic form
standing before him. &amp;ldquo;If you want, we can stop now.&amp;rdquo; 
Monica paused half a second, then beamed brightly at him. Her diminutive
frame fairly glowed as she stood in the centre of Jack&amp;rsquo;s spacious
special-effects studio. She had recently emerged from the shower; clean-shaven
and utterly denuded of any hair save her head and her eyelashes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>