<?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>RA on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ra/</link><description>Recent content in RA on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/ra/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Test</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-test/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-test/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nnnunghh?&amp;rdquo;  grunted Martha Adams as a sharp
pain from her left nipple jolted her awake.  Blinking away the sleep
from her eyes she looked down at her breast and was aghast to see a large
evil looking alligator clip biting into her tender nubbin.  It was
the type used by most electricians with serrated jaws designed for a firm,
tight, solid connection.  Her nipple was engorged with blood to a
deep red stiffness, but it was no match for the strong spring and sharp
teeth of the steel gadget digging into her flesh. She groaned, knowing
all too well she could do nothing to remove it.  Her Master wished
it to be on her poor nipple and there it would stay!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>