<?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>Phoebe Les Techs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/phoebe-les-techs/</link><description>Recent content in Phoebe Les Techs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/phoebe-les-techs/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Zippers</title><link>/stories/2007/11/20/zippers/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/20/zippers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Priscilla wondered how she would look to beings from other worlds. She
had pondered this question many times, for as long as she could
remember. She ran her long rubber fingers over her perfectly round
breasts, tweaking the rubber nipples as her fingers passed near them. As
her fantasy dream sequence appeared on her secondary visual optics, she
felt her love zones moisten and begin to pulsate. Just thinking about
what it would be like, and what others would think, made the dream
sequence come on, and activate the rest of the things that happened to
her body when the dreams appeared.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>