<?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>MFMF on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mfmf/</link><description>Recent content in MFMF on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/mfmf/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Erotic Disclosure 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/erotic-disclosure-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/erotic-disclosure-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="erotic_disclosure.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erotic Disclosure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2 – The House of Indulgence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steve opened the door.  A wide, joyful smile crossed his face,  “Hi folks – come in.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may have been imagining it, but his voice seemed to contain a faint thread of relief at seeing us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What’ll you have? The bar’s open.” He led us to a beautiful light open area in the house – marble floors and a glass-topped table surrounded by deeply cushioned rattan chairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>