<?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>MM-Fff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mm-fff/</link><description>Recent content in MM-Fff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mm-fff/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>House of Stocks &amp; Bonds</title><link>/stories/2013/03/26/house-of-stocks-bonds/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/26/house-of-stocks-bonds/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Yeah, we already built a coupla starter mansions, but we wanted somethin&amp;rsquo; with class—old, ya know”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rita the Realtor smiled tightly. “This listing certainly has that,” she said. “Built in 1709, 10 bedrooms, Great Hall, professional grade kitchen, two servants&amp;ndash;”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oh, yeah? Manservant and maid?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Butler and housekeeper, actually,” said Rita.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Okay, whatever. This the garage?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes. Converted stables. And there&amp;rsquo;s&amp;ndash;”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What&amp;rsquo;s in here?” he asked, opening a door off the yard. “WOW! What&amp;rsquo;s all this?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Erotic Magic Club Part 3</title><link>/stories/2004/04/10/the-erotic-magic-club-part-3/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/04/10/the-erotic-magic-club-part-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="erotic_magic_club2.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Bowling Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By now you know all about the Erotic Magic Club.  You recall that,
after I helped to rescue Suzy from an illusion she was trapped in, her
father, who owns the club, invited me to a night out bowling with all the
girls.  Bowling night was about a month after the rescue, and I&amp;rsquo;d
spent the intervening few weeks sort of dating Josephine, one of the dancers. 
Therefore, it was Josephine who came to pick me up and show me where it
was that we were meeting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Binding Connection</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/binding-connection/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/binding-connection/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Patrick stuck the taser to
Dee Dee, the oldest of the three in the backseat.  She flopped while
her sister Cheryl screamed and pawed at Patrick.  Cheryl tried to
open the door on her side.  They already had told them the door was
broke, jammed in place.  On the other side Robin tried to get out,
but her door was up against the wall of the abandoned gas station Billy
had pulled into.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>