<?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>SmellyTightsGagger on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/smellytightsgagger/</link><description>Recent content in SmellyTightsGagger on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/smellytightsgagger/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Just One Name</title><link>/stories/2016/02/16/just-one-name/</link><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/02/16/just-one-name/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was late in the day by the time I had arrived at Eve&amp;rsquo;s home. Bathed in orange glow of sunset, the white walls of her term-time residence didn&amp;rsquo;t look too enticing. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The voicemail I received was brief. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t really hear most of it in the rumble of coffee shop atmosphere, but Eve sounded breathy. “Come to my place. I&amp;rsquo;ve got a surprise for you.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>