<?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>Sock on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/sock/</link><description>Recent content in Sock on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/sock/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Witch for a Wife</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-witch-for-a-wife/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-witch-for-a-wife/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One: The Beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You’re now pronounced husband and wife,” the minister said. I had never been so happy in my life – a very beautiful woman and with every quality that I had ever sought or hoped for. I can even safely say that April is far beyond what I had ever expected… but when the wedding was over… something changed!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Usually, most couples would engage in sex and romance the night of the wedding. My wife and I did just that – and what a night it was. We had the best champagne – the best food. I know that in my lifetime, there never was a better night at that point. And after a few hours of heated romance and love making, my wife and I would slip into a deep sleep. I slept like a baby… but when I awoke… I awoke to the most startling discovery… here… just where my story really begins…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>