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    A Better Time, A Different Time – Tale One: To Each His Own

     
     
    Until then, they kept their cool and kept up
    pretenses, talking to Cyrene and Corrinna while breakfast was being
    prepared. When breakfast was ready, they sat down and ate, Toris
    and Lyceus having had their breakfast earlier, were out in the
    fields. When they were finished breakfast, Xena and Cyrene began to
    clear off the table while Corrinna headed back to her house to get
    some of her work done. “Ulysses can you do me a favor?”
    Cyrene asked and Ulysses grinned at her as he stood, “say no
    more Cyrene, I know today is bread baking day,” Ulysses said
    and she grinned at him. “Don’t tire yourself
    out,” Xena said to Ulysses who grinned at her, “trust
    me I won’t,” he said then leaned in and kissed her
    briefly and when the kiss ended he headed out the back door,
    followed by Virgil who headed to the fields to help Toris and
    Lyceus.
     
     
    Ulysses began chopping up wood with Gemini keeping
    him company and when the sun began beaming down on him he took his
    shirt of so that it would stay clean as he began to sweat. Xena
    stood by the window with a bowl in her hand stirring its contents
    while she watched Ulysses. She watched his muscles flex every time
    he picked up the axe and slammed it back down; his sweaty body
    glistening in the sun and his nice butt. “Xena are you paying
    attention what you’re fixing or what’s outside the
    window?” Cyrene asked her daughter with a grin and Xena
    turned and looked at her mother, “huh?” She asked and
    Cyrene chuckled at her as did Marguerite. “You know he looks
    thirsty, I’m going to go and bring him some water,”
    Xena said as she sat the bowl down on the table. “Oh I
    don’t think so, let Marguerite bring him some water. We have
    a lot to get done before lunch and I know you and he will just
    disappear some where.”
     
     
    Cyrene told her daughter and Xena shook her head,
    “no we won’t, I promise,” Xena said as she poured
    Ulysses a glass of water. “I’ll be right back,”
    she said then walked out of the door before her mother could say
    anything else. “Hey, you look like you could use a
    drink,” Xena said and Ulysses turned and looked at her.
    “I could, thanks,” he said with a grin as he took the
    glass from Xena looking at her as he brought the cup up to his lips
    and began drinking the water. As he drinked he continued to look at
    Xena and noticed she was looking him over with hunger and desire in
    her eyes. “My mother’s keeping you guys company?”
    Ulysses asked and Xena nodded as she looked into his eyes,
    “yea and she’s helping us out a little bit. Her and my
    mother, seem to be getting along pretty well,” Xena said and
    Ulysses nodded and drained his cup.

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