TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 2. KINGS WILL BE CROWNED (ENGLISH VERSION)

BREAST FEEDING MYSELF

There was no time to waste. Freddie made me his twice more and I drifted off sleep with exhaustion. It wasn't in my plans but on the one hand I thanked it.

This way when I woke up he had flown away like a wild and untameable bird and he spared me the uncomfortable feeling of having to say goodbye to him.

I trudged out from bed with almost robotic movements. I arched my slim back like a contortionist, touching my kidneys. I was paying my gymnastic exercises dearly but I thought also with a smile that my body didn't miss the lack of Pilates at all. I never had felt more flexible and brand new. My elasticity got good grades.

It was nearly midday. I thought they would be on their way to Taunton, the venue of the show today. I was a bloody fool. Why didn't I accept his invitation? I felt tickling of restlessness just with the idea of missing so many gigs. Besides now they were the main act. These were different shows than Queen II tour, in which they were only the supporting act and they played barely an hour. It would worth watching them right now.

Then I thought it over and I decided I did the right thing. I needed still my two weekly sessions with the psychologist although I could regarded me healed sexually speaking. Who didn't keep oneself alive with such a lover as Freddie Mercury? However, the blackmail incident apart from leaving me that disgusting feeling about sex, it had left me a trace of insecurity still more scary than anything else.

When I hesitated if having a shower to not washing his smell away from me, I thought my attitude was very disturbing. I knew Freddie was the one who could wake up that inner wild inside of me. A sort of wild beast who made sense only with him and nobody else. What would it happen between us? Would there be an US? Maybe it would be better being a sexual toy than nothing at all.

- Are you ok?

The Fooling's message didn't delay. I was about to tell him: abort mission, search somebody else less lovesick. But I never could tell him so. I was so proud. I was already trapped in 1975. How could I go? He was my reason to stay there, I must face all my demons and keep going.

- Yes, they have just restarted their British tour.

- Won't you join them?

- I've decided to reject his invitation. Touring is a serious test to my physical and emotional balance.

- Black, they are going to spend the next few months on world tour. How are you going to do your job if you don't go with them?

- David will do the job for me.

- Minns?

- Well, in fact he wasn't even in the premiere party yesterday but Freddie cannot be on his own. They will make up. And David should be less asshole and go with him in that tour to have monogamous sex at least. That relationship lasted till 1977, didn't it?

- I think till 1978.

- Anyway, I don't know. I can't understand what he sees in him. He's not only ugly and hunchbacked but unpleasant.

- Are you jealous of him?

- Of course I am. Which fan in her right mind wouldn't be jealous of him? He's going to dedicate to that fried-scrambled-soft-boiled egg, definitely ill-proportioned guy, such tunes like Take my breath away and Good old-fashioned lover boy.

- He wrote you Somebody to love, don't be greedy.

- I know I should come when Freddie invited me.

- Well you should. At least when you don't know if David could come to calm him down. It's a frantic period. If you are few months without seeing each other he could, I say he could, forget you.