<?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>Mike Ra on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mike-ra/</link><description>Recent content in Mike Ra on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mike-ra/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Her Holiday Pet</title><link>/stories/2023/03/04/her-holiday-pet/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/04/her-holiday-pet/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="day-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a few hours of driving, the crackling of the dirt and rocks under the car’s wheels were an indicator that the journey was almost complete, and our weekend of adventures was just about to begin. Pulling into the driveway of the remote cabin in the mountains we grabbed the keys from the lock box and headed inside. There was nobody else out here for miles, it was just Mistress and I secluded amidst the wilderness for an entire weekend, perfect for what was in store.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>