<?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>Thought on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/thought/</link><description>Recent content in Thought on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/thought/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Student and the Soldier</title><link>/stories/2019/06/01/the-student-and-the-soldier/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/01/the-student-and-the-soldier/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="studentandthesoldier19.html"&gt;part nineteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-20"&gt;Chapter 20&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sitting and listening to the drone of the propellers of this C130 Herki bird winging its way back to blightey I realised just how much I was looking forward to seeing Suzi again. The last three months have been more painful than I would have thought. Missing someone as much as I have missed her is, to say the least, very unusual for me. But I hadn&amp;rsquo;t had anyone to do the things we did before I left. I still remember her hair and the way it flashed in the half-light of our barn. The look in her eyes as I tied the ropes tighter so they dug into her skin. Her grunts and groans as she crashed through another orgasm brought on by the mixture of pain and pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>