<?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>Fear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fear/</link><description>Recent content in Fear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/fear/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Student and the Soldier</title><link>/stories/2019/03/08/the-student-and-the-soldier/</link><pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/08/the-student-and-the-soldier/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="studentandthesoldier7.html"&gt;part seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-8"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I raced Paul to the house, but let him win. It wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have looked right for the slave girl to beat her Master, but I probably could have done it if I&amp;rsquo;d tried.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wet to the core, we sat in front of the aga to get warm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I untied Suzi&amp;rsquo;s arms, freeing her breasts in the process. She gently shook out her arms and breasts while I watched, mesmerized.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>