<?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>F-Ffmm on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/f-ffmm/</link><description>Recent content in F-Ffmm on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/f-ffmm/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Rubber Baroness</title><link>/stories/2009/08/31/the-rubber-baroness/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/08/31/the-rubber-baroness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The heavy rain made it difficult for Allen to see the road. It was
literally a curtain of water hitting the windshield. The wipers were useless,
yet he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t stop.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Damn him!, Alice thought to herself. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t leave on time. Now we&amp;rsquo;ll
never get to the airport before our flight leaves! She looked at Betty and
Frank, who were sitting quietly in the back seat. They looked at Alice with
expressions of anger and yet, resignation to their fate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>