<?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>Three Rocks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/three-rocks/</link><description>Recent content in Three Rocks on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/three-rocks/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tasha and Mr. Thingy</title><link>/stories/2009/07/28/tasha-and-mr.-thingy/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/28/tasha-and-mr.-thingy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter I &amp;ndash; The Delivery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;RIIIIING!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An erotic dream already fading out of memory, Tasha bolted out of bed when she heard the doorbell. Or rather, she tried to bolt out of bed, but instead discovered that she was still lying spreadeagled, each one of her four limbs cuffed to different posts of the four-poster bed she shared with her boyfriend Wayne. She was alone and remembered cuddling next to Wayne as she fell asleep; Wayne must have woken up, tied her up as a small surprise, and then gone to work.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>