<?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>M Twain on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/m-twain/</link><description>Recent content in M Twain on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/m-twain/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Party Favor Part 2: Dear Diary</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/party-favor-part-2-dear-diary/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/party-favor-part-2-dear-diary/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="partyfavor.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Party Favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Dear Diary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, Nov 1 – All Saints’ Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last night I did something I never dared to do. I was so naughty. I still can’t believe I did that. I went to a Halloween party as Alice, as in Alice in Wonderland. Me, timid little Susie. My face looked like a living doll. An anatomically correct living doll that is. Yes everyone at the party knew I was an anatomically correct doll. I proved it. All night long. They all saw my tits, pussy and behind, au naturel. But they still don’t know who it was at the party. Why? My face was made up to resemble a doll like storybook character. Behind that mask, I felt free, I could do it, and I did. I was so wanton.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Party Favor</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-party-favor/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-party-favor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story also appeared in Halloween Special 2012&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Susie had been anticipating Halloween; she loved partying. She knew that with Halloween there was the opportunity to be incognito and without anyone knowing who she was her inhibitions nearly vanished. It was like being drunk while sober. She could (and would) do something that she could only brave while snookered to the gills, but while still being sober and enjoying the excitement of it (or fearing it). Then there was avoiding the risk of being in a public place roaring drunk and waking up next morning with no memory of the night before, in a strange bed, floor, or wherever and not knowing whoever! No, that would not do! But still she wanted to flirt and show off for the thrill of it. The thought excited her. But how to have her virtue and dare she think of it, the slutiness too? Should she dare to be such a wonton woman? Yes she would do it!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>