<?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>M-Ff: Machine on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/m-ff-machine/</link><description>Recent content in M-Ff: Machine on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/m-ff-machine/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mummy Burglar Alarm</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/mummy-burglar-alarm/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/mummy-burglar-alarm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;His name was Vandervecken, and he was a stickler for security and for
many reasons. Some were obvious, some were not.  He had spent the
afternoon as he had spent every Friday afternoon for the last three months
getting really stoned and having sex with his secretary, Kathleen. Kathy
was a temp, and he didn&amp;rsquo;t trust her at all. He was in his fifties, and
she was just in her twenties. She came onto him right away when the temp
agency sent her over. She wore super high shoes and super short skirts
and made sure he got a glimpse of her garter belt on occasion, and finally
she just asked him for sex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>