<?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>Jamec59 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jamec59/</link><description>Recent content in Jamec59 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/jamec59/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Darkest Desires</title><link>/stories/2010/04/21/darkest-desires/</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/04/21/darkest-desires/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Times were bad and she really needed the money. Amy told herself this again and again. Amy stood in a brightly lit room, her arms holding a tray before her where drinks were available for the guests her posture perfect. The truth was she had no choice she was bound tightly in place. Two holes allowed her to see and a tube from her nose made it possible for her to breathe. Tonight she was a living mummy, on display for a group of jaded party goers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>