<?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>LatexLord on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/latexlord/</link><description>Recent content in LatexLord on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 20 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/latexlord/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Diane's Prison</title><link>/stories/2004/05/20/dianes-prison/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/20/dianes-prison/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One day more, here I am. Or may I say night?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I really don’t know. I can’t know what day or time is it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here enclosed in my prison, I just can’t conscience of time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The hours appear to be days, and the days years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And everything started that damned day&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I worked in an office. I was a lawyer, a good lawyer. I had solved hundred
of cases.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I arrived home, I had a shower, afterwards I had dinner, and then
I went to the Club. It was a &amp;ldquo;Fetish Club&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>