<?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>Marriage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/marriage/</link><description>Recent content in Marriage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/marriage/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Entering Rubber Society 10: A Day for Rubber</title><link>/stories/2014/08/06/entering-rubber-society-10-a-day-for-rubber/</link><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/06/entering-rubber-society-10-a-day-for-rubber/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="enteringrubbersociety9.html"&gt;part nine&lt;/a&gt;
Part 10: A Day for Rubber&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Katherine walked down the street enjoying the cool day. No rain today, the streets dry and the sky blue. As she sauntered down the pavement she caught herself noticing the number of Rubber Society members as she had never done before. She was used to seeing people in latex on the street, of course. It was not at all uncommon to see rubberised individuals or groups. Men in very heavy rubber enclosure, full face hoods connected via tubing to breathing management equipment worn as backpacks, women in lovely tight latex dresses, kids in rubber ‘modwear’, rubber tartan kilts over brightly coloured zentai suits of thin latex, bodies and faces indistinguishable from one another, genderless.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>