<?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>Disconect on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/disconect/</link><description>Recent content in Disconect on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/disconect/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Body Servant</title><link>/stories/2012/06/09/body-servant/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/06/09/body-servant/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the day after we’d slept together for the first time that Tom told me he was a real magic user, not just a stage magician. Of course, I didn’t believe him, so he showed me. That first time was something simple: levitation. He sat down on the floor, cross-legged, and then floated up to my eye level.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a neat parlor trick, I admitted, but I was still unconvinced. So he waved his right hand over his left arm, and then removed his left arm at the elbow. I screamed, but he kept on smiling.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>