<?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>Springs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/springs/</link><description>Recent content in Springs 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/springs/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>An Out-Of-Body Bondage Experience</title><link>/stories/2018/04/25/an-out-of-body-bondage-experience/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/25/an-out-of-body-bondage-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;An Out-Of-Body Bondage Experience&amp;rdquo; is about masks, shiny rubber, and some curious gear! :)&lt;/em&gt;
Ashley had never been to space. She&amp;rsquo;d never given it much thought. Why would she have ever needed to dedicate her valuable brainpower to such a thing? Sure, she&amp;rsquo;d seen movies and television in which characters went to space. Scenes outside of Earth&amp;rsquo;s atmosphere. Cheesy kids shows seemed to always send their protagonists to space. She understood that it was not just plausible, but that it had happened and there was a slim but non-zero chance that she would leave Earth at one point or another. But really, what was the point? It was so remote, so removed that she&amp;rsquo;d never given it more than the occasional passing thought. A joke with a friend while watching Gravity was a far cry from astronaut training. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t even in the back of her mind. The thought simply wasn&amp;rsquo;t there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>