<?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>Silent Satin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/silent-satin/</link><description>Recent content in Silent Satin on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/silent-satin/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Tryst</title><link>/stories/2006/05/29/the-tryst/</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/29/the-tryst/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a bright sunny day as I drove to the motel. Huge
white billowy clouds drifted through the sky like icebergs on the ocean, free to
go as they pleased. The air was fresh and full of excitement.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I turned into the motel parking lot this same excitement
welled up inside of me. I quickly grabbed my suitcase, parked and locked the
car, entered the motel and walked down the hall to the room. I searched in my
purse for the key and unlocked the door. Once inside I closed and locked the
door so I would not be disturbed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>