<?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>Interogation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/interogation/</link><description>Recent content in Interogation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/interogation/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Spy Victoria</title><link>/stories/2009/03/05/spy-victoria/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/03/05/spy-victoria/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I sit here in my clothes watching the local news on television, nervous about what I am going to start.  I did this once before, 2 years ago and I was surprised at what happened and how I reacted.  And regardless of my expressed thoughts to my husband since, I have been lying to him.  Thus I’m about to start it up again.  This time though, I’m dressed in a manner my husband would love me to be in..  I’m wearing a tight corset underneath my black with white collar and cuffs coat dress.  The coat dress buttons down the middle with the last button at my crotch level allowing for the dress to come apart up to that button when I cross my legs.  My husband can hardly think straight when I wear this dress and I have to be careful when I cross my legs.  In my modesty I don’t like showing my body above the top of the white lace stockings I’m wearing.  I add to this with my 5” high black felt pumps.  They’re uncomfortable as hell when I’m on my feet and hard for me to walk in since I rarely wear heels higher than 2” normally.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>