<?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>Servants on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/servants/</link><description>Recent content in Servants on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/servants/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Neighbour 7: Fantasy Becomes Reality</title><link>/stories/2018/04/25/the-neighbour-7-fantasy-becomes-reality/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/25/the-neighbour-7-fantasy-becomes-reality/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="neighbour6.html"&gt;part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: Fantasy Becomes Reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As with all other direct and indirect meetings with my “neighbour” I was left deflated once the interaction was over. I yearned for his 24/7 rubber lifestyle and I became increasingly dissatisfied with my mundane life, after all I was in a job with no prospects, my marriage was broken, my social life was a virtually non-existent and I was about to lose my house.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Reunited</title><link>/stories/2014/03/07/reunited/</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/03/07/reunited/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He’d run and she’d let him go because he’d hurt her after changing her. He’d made her need the things he needed to get off and then dumped her because she’d been The One. He’d run to someone who could never enjoy that way of life, and his life became dark and bitter, but safe and predictable.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He told himself that the next man would cure her and bring her to the normal life she so desperately wanted. Rumors of a wedding got back to him and his escape seemed seamless. No guilt and a “normal” life for him again. But it didn’t last, and one day he found himself alone again, living in a friend’s attic out of pity. Whispers about him came to him in the night, and the pain was like a black hole at the center of his being, hungry for more of him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>