<?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>Orb on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/orb/</link><description>Recent content in Orb on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/orb/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Essence</title><link>/stories/2006/10/21/the-essence/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/21/the-essence/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s been at least ten years since the incident we experienced. Back then we were young, in love, and completely infatuated with the idea of having sex. Sexual gratification was indeed the very core reason why we even met each other in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was once a student at Yale University, in fact she even taught there for a time, her major being Psychology with a minor in World History. At the time I was working as an archeologist for a local religious scientific group. We didn’t know who our benefactor was, but our goal was clear:&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>