<?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>Layertext on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/layertext/</link><description>Recent content in Layertext on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/layertext/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Eternal Latex Virgin</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/eternal-latex-virgin/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/eternal-latex-virgin/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He had seen the girl several times,
usually she was with a group of other youngsters, but once or twice he had seen
her walking out toward Tillham on her own. She was, he guessed in her late
teens, not a stunning beauty but fair enough, her shoulder length blonde hair
usually in a ponytail. It was really a spur of the moment thing, not planned
beyond a bit of daydreaming, but when opportunity occurred he seized it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>