<?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>Lerbinder on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/lerbinder/</link><description>Recent content in Lerbinder on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/lerbinder/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Number 11 - Part 3 Maid's Maiden</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/number-11-part-3-maids-maiden/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/number-11-part-3-maids-maiden/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="number11p2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 11 - Part 2 Reality Bites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3 - Maid&amp;rsquo;s Maiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Whilst laying there for however long I was in what I now call &amp;rsquo;the doll&amp;rsquo;s filing cabinet&amp;rsquo;, I
heard a couple of drawers open and close around me, but I was left undisturbed
and even drifted off to sleep until awoken later when Maria came and opened my drawer. She unfastened the straps
holding me, unzipped the bodybag that had until now covered me and moved me back on to the trolley.
Straps again fastened me to the
trolley and I was moved back towards the lift. I wasn’t being prepared before
hand, maybe he was going to dress me again himself. The lift door closed and
Maria pushed the third button taking us both to the top floor.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>