<?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>Raven on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/raven/</link><description>Recent content in Raven on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/raven/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Greedy</title><link>/stories/2007/07/12/greedy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/07/12/greedy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was just a little mistake. I had just gotten a
little greedy. Who doesn&amp;rsquo;t once and a while? But the
price I had had to pay for it hardly seemed fair. But
I couldn&amp;rsquo;t really blame anyone but myself.
I was down on all fours at the foot of my husband&amp;rsquo;s
bed. An H-shaped steel frame held me with my forearms
against the smooth carpet. Leather cuffs were locked
to the frame at my wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles;
so I wasn&amp;rsquo;t going anywhere.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>