The Spartans were destroying everything else on the island and assembling all things of any value in the hands of seven warlords in Sparta. People in ...hebes, Corinthia, Attiva and all towns between Olympia and Athens were being robbed from, beaten, having their homes destroyed and family members killed every day. It was bleak.People despaired. People suffered. People were doomed. There was only one solution. Xena. Only she could save Greece from the Spartan warlords and their marrauding. She is sitting in the room, she is beautiful and also seems bored. We furtively glance at each other, and then look away; we glance again then look away. She is blond and I am brunet, she has blue eyes and mine are brown, she has a dimple on her left cheek and I have a scar above my right eye. We stare at each other; we both stand up and leave the conference. Her room is nearer and we make for it. She fumbles with the keys, but then we are in. Our mouths meet, lips gliding over lips, then. My red lipstick left a tell-tale signature mark on the tanned flesh of her rump. I nervously looked up at Stephanie, hoping for her approval in this awkward situation.Stephanie however shook her head. “What did I tell you to do?” she asked, her arms crossed across her chest and wearing a disapproving look on her face.“You... You told me to kiss her butt,” I replied quietly, unsure of myself.Stephanie said nothing, and a long awkward silence hung in the room as I tried to figure out how I had. It's got to show, yet she puts up with me. Sigh.Switzerland was crazy. It was all politics, physics and politics. Bleah. We stayed in the lab and did magic tricks. Our acoustic/optical pump threw out grams of Bose-Einstein condensate by the HOUR, not week! We had to figure out new strategies for holding it. We found that after a certain critical mass had been reached, it seemed to stabilize. It was scary. We seemed to be duplicating the conditions for a proto-universe. We had to break up our.