<?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>MFFF-F+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mfff-f/</link><description>Recent content in MFFF-F+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mfff-f/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Rubber Harem</title><link>/stories/2007/03/15/the-rubber-harem/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/15/the-rubber-harem/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;John Rutex was restless. He always became restless when business slowed down. &amp;ldquo;Rutex and
Associates, Investigations&amp;rdquo; it said in the San Francisco phone directory, but there were no associates and few investigations. Two years ago he had been lucky, cracking a big fraud case which made him wealthy; but since then there had been only four small jobs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In his present mood he did not realize how much he had enjoyed the free time, for John Rutex was a rubber fetishist. With the windfall he had bought himself a large house and had added significantly to his collection of rubber garments. Now he had the time to lounge around in rubber, watch his rubber videotapes, organize his albums of thousands of photographs of women in rubber and correspond with dozens of rubber devotees around the world. But he was nevertheless restless; he needed some work. Little did he know that he was about to get involved in the biggest and most interesting case of his career, and that his fetish and profession would merge.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>