<?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>Wings on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/wings/</link><description>Recent content in Wings on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/wings/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Transformations Ball</title><link>/stories/2020/02/02/transformations-ball/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/02/transformations-ball/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="transformations_ball3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Heidi Seeque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blacked out limousine pulled up at the entrance of the venue for the Transformations Ball, a charity event that took the form of a secret weekend sex and costume party; money raised being donated to other charities to help transform the lives of people for the better. The reason for the secrecy was the generally high media profile of the participants, who came to have fun and let their hair down in ways that might damage their standing if known to the public. The woman who emerged from the car was not worried about that, as this was exactly the kind of behaviour she was known for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Just Rewards</title><link>/stories/2013/01/27/just-rewards/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/27/just-rewards/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Angela awoke with a start. &amp;ldquo;Where am I? What is this place?&amp;rdquo; she asked herself with alarm. Panic
was mixing with confusion as she tried to recall her most recent actions, but all was a muddle. She
dimly recalled driving along the coast towards her cottage up north, but nothing afterwards. What had become of her?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The room was dark gray; the walls, floors, everything appeared to be
made of polished granite. She was lying on a slab of the same material
in the center of the room. There was a dim illumination, but she could
not make out the source. Her body was covered from the waist down with
a dark sheet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>