<?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>J65 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/j65/</link><description>Recent content in J65 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/j65/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Foreign Exchange</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/foreign-exchange/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/foreign-exchange/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were certain considerations to observe when living with an exchange
student, Steve had learned. Especially one like Elsa. One day early on, he had
forgotten entirely that she was staying in his house and he walked into the
bathroom for his morning shower. Clad in a towel, she had stood there for a
moment, all unapologetic dripping curves, until he could peel his eyes away
and shut the door in an embarrassed rush. So, there were bathroom etiquette
considerations he had never had to deal with before.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>