<?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>LordBond on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/lordbond/</link><description>Recent content in LordBond on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/lordbond/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Dream of Devotion</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-dream-of-devotion/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-dream-of-devotion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is all fiction,
nothing you read happens until now and I guess it probably never will be
happen. Please excuse my bad english cause i&amp;rsquo;m a german who is really inetersted
in writing stories for all the readers around the world .&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She always dreamed of him
as her master. He would tell her what to do and how she had to fulfil his
orders and his dreams. But he isn&amp;rsquo;t into this kind of game. Their lives
had gone into routine. Every morning he left the house, kisses her goodbye
and wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be seen until the late of the afternoon. He worked for a big
factory and brought home a nice salary. She always has to do the housework
and something in the garden.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>