<?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>Sex-Change on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sex-change/</link><description>Recent content in Sex-Change on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/sex-change/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Good Night’s Sleep For A Change</title><link>/stories/2005/01/07/a-good-nights-sleep-for-a-change/</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/01/07/a-good-nights-sleep-for-a-change/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Good Night’s
Sleep For A Change&lt;/strong&gt;
by Don Martin
A Good Night’s Sleep For A Change by Don Martin
It had been a hectic week in the office, a bomb scare on Monday (fortunately
that was a false alarm), frantic efforts to stop losing a big contract
on Tuesday (we still lost it), monthly reports to be in on Wednesday, off
on a quick trip to the northern office on Thursday and meetings most of
Friday.  I was hoping to get away early as, being the third Friday
in the month, was the night of the monthly Bondage Party at ‘The Abbey’
in town.  But just as I was about to leave, Greg who works in the
next office, stuck his head round the partition and asked me to give him
a hand moving his desk and some filing cabinets.  “I need your muscles
Les – this damned desk weighs a ton.”  I think we moved every piece
of furniture in his office at least twice before he finally reckoned he’d
got the ideal layout.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>