<?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>Itsasecret on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/itsasecret/</link><description>Recent content in Itsasecret on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/itsasecret/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A New Breed</title><link>/stories/2017/10/18/a-new-breed/</link><pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/18/a-new-breed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Michael was a smart man, and he was very protective of his younger sister, Sarah. They lived in the heart of the south in America, in the middle of Texas, where Michael, a mechanic by training, chose to work on his family&amp;rsquo;s dairy farm, applying technology to streamline the entire process. He was just shy of 6'5&amp;quot;, well tanned, and at 210 LBs, not someone that people chose to mess with. Sarah, on the other hand, was 5'8&amp;quot;, with blond hair, eyes as blue as sapphires, and skin the color of milk; suffice to say, she was the kind that couldn&amp;rsquo;t get people to leave her alone. But, as often as people fell for Sarah, Michael just as often let them know what was waiting should they so much as think of breaking his baby sister&amp;rsquo;s heart; to Sarah&amp;rsquo;s great frustration, it seemed her brother would scare away any and all of her lovers before anything serious could happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>