<?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>Nancy Slave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/nancy-slave/</link><description>Recent content in Nancy Slave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/nancy-slave/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Closet Encounters</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/closet-encounters/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/closet-encounters/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;*
Closet Encounters
By Nancy Slave&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am in the process of adding a master bathroom onto my house. 
It is one of those giant rooms with a freestanding bathtub complete with
a spray faucet.  There are giant mirrors on the walls and over the
double sinks which allow a full view of everything from everywhere in the
room.  I hired Jeff to do this work for me partly because of his talents
and partly because he was the sexiest man I have seen in a long time. 
He was 6'3&amp;quot; tall with strong broad shoulders.  His deep blue eyes
and brown hair matched those of the men in my fantasies.  I sat and
watched him work on my bathroom for weeks.  The days sped by with
hours of lively conversations.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dream a Little Dream</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/dream-a-little-dream/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/dream-a-little-dream/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;Dream a Little
Dream&lt;/strong&gt;
Nancy Slave&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I check in at the hotel and ask as an afterthought if the adjoining
room is available.  I was almost hoping that it wasn&amp;rsquo;t, but wanted
to ask.  The room was available, so I took it.  I settled in
gave and him a call.  It was strange to hear the phone ring in the
adjoining room and to hear him move to answer the phone.  There were
a thousand different scenarios running through my mind including all the
ways in which this could go wrong.  I convinced myself that if I was
wrong then I am already far too exposed to truly back out.  I reached
up and knocked on the door.  It seemed to take forever but he opened
the door.  We said hello and all I could think of to say was that
I am so scared.  He replied that he is nervous as well.  I could
see that he was uncomfortable.  He added that he would do as he said
he would which I something I have heard him say many times.  It was
strange to see him with his clothes on and to actually look into his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>