<?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>Keys on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/keys/</link><description>Recent content in Keys on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 17 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/keys/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Something Something Eat a Dick Roomba</title><link>/stories/2018/05/17/something-something-eat-a-dick-roomba/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/17/something-something-eat-a-dick-roomba/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Well, here we are again with our intrepid heroine blah blah blah, I did sumpthin stupid. Allllthooough, I could argue that this one isn’t entirely my fault. Mostly. Ya know what, noop, not my fault. You ever have one of those moments that’s 13.3% YAY! And 86.7% you have GOT to be fucking kidding me right now? So yeah, kinda like that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sooooo … my mother is a lovely woman, bless her heart, and she is super sneaky with gifting gifts, sometimes. Like the time I got my new place. A two bedroom 1 ½ bath house on nearly two acres an hour outside of medium-ish sized college town. It was nearly perfect, with an almost two car garage, new hardwood floors, granite countertops, all new kitchen appliances in matte black (take that smudgy fingerprints!), super-duper Jacuzzi tub, a walk-in shower big enough for at least three people to, ya know, walk in, tank-less hot water heater, a walk-in closet I could get lost in, shaddup, ceiling fan in every room, seven-day smart thermostat, and a cute little patio with a sliding glass door. All the amenities a girl could ever want, AND a 5-meter x 4-meter storage building just beyond the patio, just in case I need to hide for a little while and de-stress, just for a day or three.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>White Out</title><link>/stories/2018/05/17/white-out/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/17/white-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is one of those adventures that starts off simple enough, but in true Tonya fashion, things get all pear shaped soon enough. Somehow this nitwit decided that she needed to do a black and white tie then managed to pull it apart into two separate ties, and knowing her, prolly two more swirled ones somewhere down the road. She got it in her cobwebby little head that the white out adventure would be first, followed a week or so later by the “Black Out” version, which would be more ominous and, ya know, blackouty &amp;hellip; blackoutish … dark. The others would follow later. In theory, the first one would be a trial run for the second adventure to test some ideas and found out what it would be like to be stuck after dark in the new office.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Below Slave</title><link>/stories/2018/02/01/below-slave/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/02/01/below-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sarah had a weird hobby of extreme urban exploration and was looking for the most dangers and terrifying locations. She spend hours looking for places online and would travel the world in order to find them. She would always go by herself with her camera and touchpad. She had a youtube channel about the locations she went to and how terrifying they were. Plus it meant people could comment on the videos and tell her of other places. It was a private message like any other. Telling her about an abandoned train and railway depot in Oxfordshire. She was even sent some creepy looking pictures as she weighed up the idea of going. The cherry on the cake was the reason the depot was closed. It was the scene of a shocking accident in which a rail worker died. The scary stuff was a must for any of her videos.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Chase</title><link>/stories/2017/12/02/the-chase/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/02/the-chase/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lucy was about to go for her daily run, she loved wearing the tight spandex shorts and sports bra that showed how well she kept her body firm. She also liked how all the guys stopped to stare and even whistled sometimes making her feel sexy. As she went to get her running shoes she spotted her favorite high heels, these were her special time shoes she only wore them when she was alone and stringently bound. She loved the super high heels that forced her to walk on the balls of her feet and the thick platforms that made her not feel quite so short. Lucy was five foot tall and had been wearing high heels since she was old enough to ask for them. As she stared at the ridiculously high heels she changed her mind deciding to restrain herself and get her work out that way instead of running.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>