<?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>Raid on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/raid/</link><description>Recent content in Raid on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/raid/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Together we are Stronger</title><link>/stories/2018/05/14/together-we-are-stronger/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/14/together-we-are-stronger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="togetherwearestronger2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Who You Are When I’m Not There&lt;/strong&gt;
By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maeve sat by herself in the empty meeting room. The others had cleared out, and her last slide was still illuminating the giant video screen integrated into the wall. It made no sense. How could the firearms guys be so vague about the ero-drug situation? It seemed like the news was full of little else. How could they ignore it? But perhaps there was not so much news, perhaps it was simply a case of search algorithms showing her what she wanted to see.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Frat Pledge Panty Raid</title><link>/stories/2017/02/18/frat-pledge-panty-raid/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/18/frat-pledge-panty-raid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the mid 1970&amp;rsquo;s and I was in my first year of college. Wanting to thoroughly enjoy college life I pledged for a fraternity. Another pledge, Tommy and I were instructed to come to the fraternity house one Friday afternoon during the pledging process. Once there we were given the task of staging a panty raid on one of the sororities. The school&amp;rsquo;s administrators had decided that these raids had become too frequent and were a security problem so they had issued a warning against future raids. As they had implied police involvement I was none too excited about our task. &amp;ldquo;Hey guys, I don&amp;rsquo;t need something like this on my record. Can&amp;rsquo;t we do something else?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Natalie 2</title><link>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="natalie.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;Meyer said nothing, trying to gather his thoughts and collect his fleeting feelings, too stunned that such a lovely and intelligent lady would be interested in him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Natalie tried to transmit her feelings, she wanted to let him know how she felt, but did not know how, without possibly scaring him off. She sensed his timidity and could understand how he felt. She felt herself out on a very thin branch and was scared to go further.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>