<?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>Footrub on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/footrub/</link><description>Recent content in Footrub on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 09 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/footrub/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jennifer's Trash</title><link>/stories/2017/05/09/jennifers-trash/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/09/jennifers-trash/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a side story to the trashy adventures of &lt;a href="../storiessz/trashyadventuresofdavidchristine.html"&gt;David and Christine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(This story is based on a fantasy our good friend malus infantia confessed to me and asked me to write. He seemed to have been quite inspired by our lovely trash queen, Jennifer. Hope you enjoy. - This story is told from the perspective of Jennifer.)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, yeah, she&amp;rsquo;s still here.&amp;rdquo; I&amp;rsquo;m sitting on my couch, my legs crossed as I talk on the phone to Christine. my slave, Rebecca, massages my feet. It had been a rather long day collecting garbage, and I didn&amp;rsquo;t get to play with any of it. At least I&amp;rsquo;ll be able to take my frustration out on my pretty little garbage slave.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>