<?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>Towels on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/towels/</link><description>Recent content in Towels on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/towels/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>I, Masochist - Chapter 7: Francine</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/i-masochist-chapter-7-francine/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/i-masochist-chapter-7-francine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="imasochist6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, Masochist - Chapter 6: Ellen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Francine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter seven of eight is W&amp;rsquo;s interview with &amp;ldquo;Francine&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;For some reason, I was really looking forward to my interview with Francine. Part of it was because it would be my last interview, but mostly it was because I knew she had to be &amp;lsquo;bright eyes,&amp;rsquo; the very blue-eyed girl whom I had helped push into orgasm that first night I watched Shelly&amp;rsquo;s performance art presentation of &amp;ldquo;I, Masochist.&amp;rdquo; She had been practically begging for more pain so that she could cum. I gave it to her and she gave quiet a performance with her screaming, thrashing orgasm. I knew that her story would be exceptionally interesting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>