<?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>Shops on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/shops/</link><description>Recent content in Shops on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/shops/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Consultants 2b</title><link>/stories/2012/10/23/the-consultants-2b/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/23/the-consultants-2b/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="consultants2a.html"&gt;part 2a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2b: Chapter 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Leslie dropped Charles off at the hôtel. His head still in a whirl, he struggled out of the car, rubber sticking against leather upholstery and hardly heard Leslie as she wound down the window of her British racing green soft-top Jaguar XK8.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good night,” she shouted then, before disappearing into the night, “see you in the morning!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oblivious to the fact that he was still wearing the rubber dress in which he had set out that morning he made his way to the lift lobby, failing, for once, to acknowledge the salute of the ever-present doorman.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>