<?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>Sea on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sea/</link><description>Recent content in Sea on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sea/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Her Contract Entails 4</title><link>/stories/2012/09/07/her-contract-entails-4/</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/09/07/her-contract-entails-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="hercontractentails3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her Contract Entails 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Henry chanced a look into his mirror, supposedly checking out the flow of traffic, but in reality flagellating himself with another stolen glance at the occupants of the back seat. Aubrey Lister sat back on the leather like a king reclining on his throne, his face a picture of self-assured crapulence as he draped one arm over the shoulder of his favourite pet, the other lost beneath the fabric of her tight denim skirt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>