<?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>Resistance on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/resistance/</link><description>Recent content in Resistance on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/resistance/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Cross My Heart</title><link>/stories/2021/11/20/cross-my-heart/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/20/cross-my-heart/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-7---reunion"&gt;Chapter 7 - Reunion&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I walked up the stairs to reach his second floor office. A woman was sitting on the bench in the dimly lit hallway of the old office building.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I took a step toward her and stopped. From twenty feet away, in the dim light, she looked like Robyn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, shit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She stood up, now looking down at me and clearly trying to figure out who I was. On second glance, I was suddenly uncertain. This woman&amp;rsquo;s face was red and her eyes were a little puffy. Also, she was wearing tailored black dress pants and a shiny pale blue long sleeved blouse. Her short hair was trimmed and styled with a generous amount of some hair product, which wasn&amp;rsquo;t Robyn&amp;rsquo;s style. Then I noticed her shoes. Black wedge heels, closed toe with maybe three inches of heel, made her long legs look even longer. When she moved, I caught a glimpse of a delicate ankle strap over charcoal gray nylon.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cross My Heart</title><link>/stories/2021/11/20/cross-my-heart/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/20/cross-my-heart/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="cross-my-heart---part-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross My Heart - Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-1---and-hope-to-die"&gt;Chapter 1 - And Hope to Die&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m just saying it would be nice to play around like that once in a while,&amp;rdquo; I said. &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think I&amp;rsquo;m asking for a lot.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Robyn smiled back at me, but with a hint of irritation. &amp;ldquo;So this isn&amp;rsquo;t feminine enough for you? I have to go the whole movie star sex vamp route?&amp;rdquo; She gestured, waving both hands at her figure like a game show hostess modeling an expensive prize. Damn she&amp;rsquo;d look good as a game show hostess. Robyn was tall and lean, just a hair short of my own five-eleven. Her runner&amp;rsquo;s body was toned without being hard or angular, unlike mine, which seemed to be all elbows and knees, angles and knots.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Misery's Company</title><link>/stories/2019/06/18/miserys-company/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/18/miserys-company/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1---joes-truck"&gt;Chapter 1 - Joe&amp;rsquo;s Truck&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Axel&amp;rsquo;s Auto,&amp;rdquo; Joe Axel said into the shop phone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Joe, it&amp;rsquo;s Kristal.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Sis. Are you in town?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No. Which is why I&amp;rsquo;m calling.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s the problem?&amp;rdquo; Joe asked. When Kristal called, there was usually a problem. He frowned as Kristal launched into a complicated explanation of the events that had left her friend Amanda stranded in Nashville, her luggage destroyed, and unable to obtain a rental car.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>