<?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>Reinette on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/reinette/</link><description>Recent content in Reinette on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/reinette/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Miss Johnson's Initiation 3</title><link>/stories/2006/11/05/miss-johnsons-initiation-3/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/11/05/miss-johnsons-initiation-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: Enjoying the View&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;David winked at me across the staff room
the morning after my lesson with Jane and Sarah. I must have looked a picture,
bouncing into the room as if I was full of the joys of spring! He knew… He knew
exactly what had gone on the night before, and the grin he shot in my direction
told me that he knew exactly what was going to happen next week too!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Miss Johnson's Initiation 4</title><link>/stories/2006/11/05/miss-johnsons-initiation-4/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/11/05/miss-johnsons-initiation-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4: Solitaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok. I admit it: “Hello, my name’s Laura
Johnson and I am addicted to mummification.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I came to my epiphany when it became
blatantly clear that my weekly lessons with the MEC just weren’t enough. My last
thoughts as I fell asleep were of being wrapped up. Totally innocent words in
books and on the TV would put images into my head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was time to take matters into my own
hands, as it were. I spent hours on the Internet searching for how I could
satiate my needs. I built up quite a shopping list, and made arrangements so
that there was no way in the world that I could be disturbed – until I wanted to
be! I knew that I wouldn’t be able to wrap myself fully, that would take some
practice!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Miss Johnson's Initiation</title><link>/stories/2006/09/10/miss-johnsons-initiation/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/09/10/miss-johnsons-initiation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As
I walked away from the Halloween display, my mind was full of intriguing
thoughts&amp;hellip; What would it feel like to be wrapped up like that?? Totally encased
like a mummy, not able to move, not able to see&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I must admit that as well as the feelings of intrigue, my heart was
racing - was I really getting excited by the thought of being so helpless at
someone else&amp;rsquo;s mercy?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Miss Johnson's Initiation 2</title><link>/stories/2006/09/10/miss-johnsons-initiation-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/09/10/miss-johnsons-initiation-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two - Learning
By Invitation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After
the school open day, things went quiet for a while. I felt deflated, like
something I wanted for so long had happened, and I had nothing to look forward
to anymore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then
the invitation arrived.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The
plain red envelope was sitting on my doormat when I got home from school,
standing out from the bills and junk mail.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Inside
the envelope was a single piece of black card,&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>