<?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>Latex_dolly on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/latex_dolly/</link><description>Recent content in Latex_dolly on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/latex_dolly/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Latex Dolls 2: Susanne</title><link>/stories/2012/11/13/the-latex-dolls-2-susanne/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/11/13/the-latex-dolls-2-susanne/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="latex_dolls.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Susanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samantha had searched down the other corridor and had found an office. Latex magazines stacked on the shelves, the same ones that she and Julian regularly advertised in. She idly flicked through the nearest mag and, lo and behold, There was one of their adverts. It was one that they had felt really good about and featured a full page shot of one of their outfits (a latex cheerleader with a ponytail hood on). But what jumped out the page at her was the big red marker pen circle round it with the word &amp;lsquo;BITCHES!&amp;rsquo; scrawled over it in block capitals. It was all the confirmation Samantha needed. Whoever was ripping off their designs also had a BIG axe to grind&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Latex Dolls</title><link>/stories/2011/03/11/the-latex-dolls/</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/03/11/the-latex-dolls/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Julian and Samantha were clothing designers. Not your average clothes though. They designed and made latex clothing that they sold on sites like ebay. Basically they were small-time, but they had a lot of fun doing it. Both of them had day jobs, but most evenings and weekends would find them hard at work; Samantha sketching away at her drawing table and Julian cutting, glueing and assembling the designs she came up with. The sort of stuff they designed and sold was &amp;lsquo;clubwear&amp;rsquo;, basically nothing too heavy or outlandish, mostly t-shirts, skirts, tops and briefs. But Samantha&amp;rsquo;s flair for design and the quality of Julian&amp;rsquo;s dressmaking had seen their little business take off, despite the recession.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>