<?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>Linen on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/linen/</link><description>Recent content in Linen on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/linen/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dream Holiday</title><link>/stories/2006/08/30/dream-holiday/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/08/30/dream-holiday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There
is no doubt if you are going on holiday then make it a holiday to remember,
I had always been interested in Egypt and the pyramids,
it was so magic and mystical, I
am sure to be there and to be able to touch things would make it so much better
than just reading about it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I
left work and went to the travel agent, I sat in the cheap swivel chair looking
at the super glamorous girl assistant sitting in front of a PC typing away,
I did wonder to myself just how much time she had to spend each
morning to reach that state of perfection.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gai Shift - Pit 12: Pitinna's Mission</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-12-pitinnas-mission/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-pit-12-pitinnas-mission/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="gaishift_pit11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gai Shift - Pit 11: Pitinna&amp;rsquo;s Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12: Pitinna&amp;rsquo;s Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megan, the little countryside witch, yawned around her smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;True, her situation should have filled her with great concern. She was laying on her trim belly within a tight roll of bed sheets, head out one end, petty feet out the other. She lay across an orderly stack of similar rolls, neatly arrayed on a small railcart. And other than this cocoon of white linen, her trimly girlish body possessed not a stitch of clothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>