<?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>Submale on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/submale/</link><description>Recent content in Submale on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/submale/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mr Smith meets his Mistess</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/mr-smith-meets-his-mistess/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/mr-smith-meets-his-mistess/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I hope you find this story interesting. I would like to tell you what
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&lt;p&gt;Mr. Smith Arrives&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I knocked on the door and it was promptly answered by a blonde wearing
a skin tight leather outfit. &amp;ldquo;Mr Smith?&amp;rdquo; she asked and I replied that it
was. &amp;ldquo;We can&amp;rsquo;t leave you standing on the step why don&amp;rsquo;t you come in and
play?&amp;rdquo; 
We passed through the living quarters and up the stairs. When we reached
the top of the stairs she took a key from a ledge and unlocked what looked
like a cupboard door and entered, beckoning me to follow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>