<?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>SuziC on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/suzic/</link><description>Recent content in SuziC on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/suzic/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Bad Neighbour</title><link>/stories/2017/05/06/the-bad-neighbour/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/06/the-bad-neighbour/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The sun finally came out after I had finished having a bath. I was doing everything I couldn’t normally. I had a lie in and a long breakfast and now the clouds had cleared, perfect.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn’t get a lot of sun because of all the trees around my little house but just about eleven there was a patch on the lawn which lasted until about four. I had waited all year doing extra time so I could have this holiday. I wanted to begin by getting some sun on my body. Playing could wait.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Birthday Present</title><link>/stories/2017/05/06/the-birthday-present/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/06/the-birthday-present/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was cooler and darker inside the barn, the light from the huge hanger like door only reached so far.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our barn stretched the whole length of the back of the house with stable doors at one end and a makeshift office at the other. The light from the hanger door lit the middle of the barn where most of the tools were kept. I always loved being in the barn in summer, it smelled sweet from the hay kept for when Molly and Bess were inside. Today I could smell the saddles too, the earthy, rich smell of the leather. The two saddles stood side by side on stout saw horses, gleaming slightly, a deep chestnut brown.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ultimate &amp; Last Fantasy?</title><link>/stories/2014/09/08/ultimate-last-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/09/08/ultimate-last-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING
Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; try this at home, the story is presented here as a &lt;strong&gt;fantasy only&lt;/strong&gt;,
to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A short piece.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would be laying on one of the expensive Turkish carpets naked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Firstly I would tie my ankles together tightly, cinching them. I then tie a rope tight round my waist giving myself a crotch rope as well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To this is attached a pre-tied rope for my wrists that will tighten and not let go. I don&amp;rsquo;t secure my wrists yet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Willpower</title><link>/stories/2014/07/18/willpower/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/18/willpower/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I looked down at my waistline and sighed. It was the hardest thing in the world for me to keep even a reasonably good figure. I was always thinking about how I could get away with eating what I shouldn’t. Lately I had even taken to sneaking food when my partner Alex wasn’t looking. Only small things like a piece of bread with thick butter on or a handful of peanuts which I had said were just for him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>