<?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>Molest on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/molest/</link><description>Recent content in Molest on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/molest/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Ms Westbury's Niece 3: France</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/ms-westburys-niece-3-france/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/ms-westburys-niece-3-france/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mswestburysniece2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Westbury&amp;rsquo;s Niece 2: Secrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three: France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For the next few days the letter played on Ms Westbury’s mind. She was usually grumpy and Cecilia, redoubling her efforts to do everything to perfection, studiously avoided the subject. Eventually it got too much for her. Taking morning coffee to the study she noticed the letter was again on the desk. Ms Westbury had pushed back her chair and was staring up at the ceiling wrapped in thought. Cecilia put down the tray and began to pour. Ms Westbury came back from her reveries.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Caped Crusaders, The Lost Reels</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-caped-crusaders-the-lost-reels/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-caped-crusaders-the-lost-reels/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(I loved those old TV serial reruns from the sixties, this I hope a playful take on one of them without ruining any innocent childhood memories.)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;In the opening scene we see Batgirl&amp;rsquo;s motorcycle parked outside a dark warehouse, she investigating the recent bulk sugar thefts from the Gotham city docks at Batman&amp;rsquo;s request. Several of the special guest villain&amp;rsquo;s muscular henchmen dressed as chefs are on the lookout for her though, she walking straight into a well set trap. The men then spring their trap when she becomes distracted trying to look into one of the dirty windows, a comic book fight breaking out with many kicks and punches, but even the athletic Batgirl&amp;rsquo;s quasi marital arts are no match for several men at once.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Secret Life of Rica 6: Trade Negotiations</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-secret-life-of-rica-6-trade-negotiations/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-secret-life-of-rica-6-trade-negotiations/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="secretlifeofrica5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Secret Life of Rica 5: Bea In Chains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 6: Trade Negotiations&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Erica had Bea cornered in the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What did you do that for? I can’t share a house with him,” Erica said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bea looked up at the ceiling, avoiding eye-contact. “We need somebody for the rent right? Why not him? And he said he has a friend. We need the rent money.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Cut the Shades of Grey eye-rolling Bea. Fine. Yes. We need people, but it didn’t have to be my boss. Now I’m going to have to keep up this fake image at home too. It’s impossible.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>