<?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>LeahBMe on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/leahbme/</link><description>Recent content in LeahBMe on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/leahbme/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Moving Day</title><link>/stories/2003/07/10/moving-day/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/07/10/moving-day/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile.
It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Finally,&amp;rdquo; she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, &amp;ldquo;everything
is packed. Now it&amp;rsquo;s up to the movers.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent&amp;rsquo;s farm, left
to them after they had passed away. They had died in a car accident when
a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes. Chris had taken the
news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better and
was returning to his old self. The settlement from the truck company had
been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably on the farm
without financial concerns. They still planned to work the land and continue
his father&amp;rsquo;s dream, but they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have to scrimp and save as they had
been.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jade's Secret</title><link>/stories/2003/01/10/jades-secret/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/01/10/jades-secret/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jade coughed as a wave of dust hit her as she opened the trap door to
the attic. Tiny dust balls swirled to the floor below her feet. The stench
of stale air hitting her nose made her grimace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Has it really been this long since I have been up here?&amp;rdquo; She thought
to herself. &amp;ldquo;Oh well, I guess I have to do it. I can&amp;rsquo;t really move and
leave this stuff behind.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Latexed Pony</title><link>/stories/2003/01/10/latexed-pony/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/01/10/latexed-pony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jenny stepped out of the limo and onto the cold pavement of the sidewalk
to stand beside Graham before they entered the restaurant.  One year
ago to the day they had begun dating and had been faithful to each other
ever since.  Tonight was their night to celebrate the occasion and
the Limo ride that Graham had surprised Jenny with was just the start. 
Soon they would be dining from the menu of the top chef in the western
hemisphere, how Graham scored a reservation Jenny had no idea.  Diners
at the ‘Le’ Rubberene’ had to book at least two years in advance if they
wished to eat at the world famous restaurant and even then you had to be
someone of importance to get inside.  Jenny was glad that she had
decided to wear her best silk dress rather than her usual ‘casual’ clothes
that she found so comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Latexed Pony</title><link>/stories/2003/01/10/latexed-pony/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/01/10/latexed-pony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jenny stepped out of the limo and onto the cold pavement of the sidewalk
to stand beside Graham before they entered the restaurant.  One year
ago to the day they had begun dating and had been faithful to each other
ever since.  Tonight was their night to celebrate the occasion and
the Limo ride that Graham had surprised Jenny with was just the start. 
Soon they would be dining from the menu of the top chef in the western
hemisphere, how Graham scored a reservation Jenny had no idea.  Diners
at the ‘Le’ Rubberene’ had to book at least two years in advance if they
wished to eat at the world famous restaurant and even then you had to be
someone of importance to get inside.  Jenny was glad that she had
decided to wear her best silk dress rather than her usual ‘casual’ clothes
that she found so comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moving Day</title><link>/stories/2003/01/10/moving-day/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/01/10/moving-day/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile. 
It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Finally,” she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “everything
is packed.  Now it’s up to the movers.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent’s farm, left
to them after they had passed away.  They had died in a car accident
when a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes.  Chris had
taken the news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better
and was returning to his old self.  The settlement from the truck
company had been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably
on the farm without financial concerns.  They still planned to work
the land and continue his father’s dream, but they wouldn’t have to scrimp
and save as they had been.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Cruise</title><link>/stories/2003/01/10/the-cruise/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/01/10/the-cruise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“No peeking!” Nikki was scolded when she slipped into the bedroom and
went to the luggage sitting on the bed.  “You’ll find out what I packed
when we get on the boat.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Never quite sure what her husband was up to, and wondering how he knew
she had snuck in, Nikki hung her head and gave him the biggest frown that
she could.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Why won’t you tell me?”  She asked Dave.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Salon</title><link>/stories/2002/12/20/the-salon/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/12/20/the-salon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Susan stared at the gift certificate that her husband, Arnold, had
given her for their anniversary. &amp;ldquo;Good for one deluxe treatment at the
Everlasting Youth Salon&amp;rdquo; was all that was written on the simple green business
card along with the address at the bottom. Susan had never heard of this
salon before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;What a cheap bastard!&amp;rsquo; She thought to herself. &amp;lsquo;Probably some shithole
with a cheap sauna and some ugly masseuse. Why couldn&amp;rsquo;t he have spent the
money and got me something nice?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Going to the Ball</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/going-to-the-ball/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/going-to-the-ball/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Erosboutique &amp;amp; Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Leah paid for her items and said her goodbyes to the staff at the Eros
Boutique as she walked out the door towards her car.  She couldn’t
resist holding the bag higher up near her chest as she walked so that the
scent of the latex contained within drifted upwards allowing her to breath
in the beautiful smell.  As she reached her car and drove off she
even made sure to keep the bag between her legs so as not to miss any waft
of the rubber perfume.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>