<?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>Pimpbot1979 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/pimpbot1979/</link><description>Recent content in Pimpbot1979 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/pimpbot1979/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Magic of Daphne</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-magic-of-daphne/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-magic-of-daphne/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Magic of Daphne: Training&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch. 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I felt I was the luckiest guy in the world.  My dream girl, Daphne,
the world’s foremost female escape artist and hottest body in Las Vegas was
looking to me for companionship.  I could hardly imagine that a
sexpot celebrity would live such a lonely, isolated life in her giant mansion.  Who
would have thought she would try dangerous illusions in her home studio
without supervision.  I seemed to have found a niche both as a
boyfriend and assistant.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>