<?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>Invisible on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/invisible/</link><description>Recent content in Invisible on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/invisible/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Advanced Bondage 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/advanced-bondage-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/advanced-bondage-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="advancedbondage.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advanced Bondage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Finally!” Slamming the door behind her, Nikki Vincent leaned against it. Days like this, she thought, seriously challenged her love for her work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After several moments, Nikki began making her way across the room, leaving behind a trail of discarded clothing on her way to the shower. A long, hot soak, she thought wearily. Maybe then I’ll be able to relax.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Later, sprawled on her bed, Nikki stared up at the ceiling. Being home hadn’t helped. A long, almost scaldingly hot shower hadn’t helped. For a moment, Nikki seriously considered several large, stiff drinks. Then, as a thought popped into her head, she smiled.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>