<?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>Joanne Marie Andrews on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/joanne-marie-andrews/</link><description>Recent content in Joanne Marie Andrews on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/joanne-marie-andrews/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Salon Fantasy</title><link>/stories/2009/08/09/the-salon-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/08/09/the-salon-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had just landed a job as a programmer in Denver. I needed a place to
stay pretty quick and I saw one that was low rent, in a nice area. I
quickly phoned the number listed, and talked to the person renting the
apartment, his name was Dan. He then invited me over to see the place;
he seemed like a nice guy so I wasn&amp;rsquo;t too scared that he was a mass
murderer of freak of somewhat. After getting to his place I quickly
fell in love with the apartment, spacious, nice furniture, great
atmosphere, and of course low rent. So I signed the tenant agreement
and moved in that day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>