<?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>Pulse on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pulse/</link><description>Recent content in Pulse on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/pulse/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>In the Land of the Dolls 4: Out in the Garden</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/in-the-land-of-the-dolls-4-out-in-the-garden/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/in-the-land-of-the-dolls-4-out-in-the-garden/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="inthelandofthedolls3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Land of the Dolls 3: They Came in the Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Out in the Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My twin sister and I were curled up together in our stall, The thick straw on the ground insulated us from the cold flags. Our arms curled about each other and our heads so close together our long red hair was mixed together where we lay. Our limbs had grown muscular and tanned under their regime of exercise and sexual torment. A regime that they controlled ruthlessly. The Dolls.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>