<?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+-M+f+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/m-m-f/</link><description>Recent content in M+-M+f+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/m-m-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Officer Shifter at Spacer Bob's Fantasy Tours</title><link>/stories/2026/04/26/officer-shifter-at-spacer-bobs-fantasy-tours/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/26/officer-shifter-at-spacer-bobs-fantasy-tours/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-three---terra-eleven-zeta"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three - Terra Eleven Zeta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everything again began shimmering and it felt like I was slowly rotating. Had I been alone, I would have reverted to my Ophugalian form to better track where I was. The Ophugalia evolved from migratory birds and our ears give us a great sense of movement and direction. I was now, for better or worse, shifted into the form of a Nine Gammite who was sitting docilely in the crowd watching Spacer Bob’s exotic holographic tour. Even without my Ophugalian ears, however, I was fairly sure that we were, in fact, moving. I didn’t know how, or what technology was involved, but I was absolutely certain that we had somehow moved from Terra Nine Gamma to Centauri Alpha Six and that we were now on our way to Terra Eleven Zeta.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>No Rest for the Wicked</title><link>/stories/2024/11/30/no-rest-for-the-wicked/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/11/30/no-rest-for-the-wicked/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-one-call-of-duty"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER ONE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call of Duty&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought I would retire. But then I never thought that I would get old. In the business I am in there aren’t many old people. That’s because sooner or later your luck runs out. For many people that is sooner. But even if your luck holds out, eventually you get too slow… or Karma, or whatever you want to call it rears up and bites you in the ass. Now that most of my friends and associates are retired… or dead… and their replacements look like someone who just wandered away from a fraternity or sorority party, I have decided it is time to hang up my guns and my lathes and mills and just enjoy my lake property.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Haunted House of History Horrors</title><link>/stories/2021/10/29/halloween-haunted-house-of-history-horrors/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/29/halloween-haunted-house-of-history-horrors/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Each year at Halloween, two neighborhood families get together to have a unique Halloween adventure. In past years, they have traveled around the county visiting advertised haunted houses and escape rooms to add some excitement and sometimes unusual adventures to celebrate the day of ghosts and goblins. Mark and Maggie Newsome and their daughter Tina found an advertisement for a new haunted house that also provided costumes to re-enact some historical people and the events that led to their demise. This very unusual haunted house piqued the interest of the Newsome family to explore for this year’s Halloween excursion. After talking to the next door neighbors about reading the ad, Joe and Marcie Leed decided to join the Newsome’s and check out the Halloween Haunted House of History Horrors.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>