Voyage 2002

"You want sex?" "Yes, please," she replied. March 2002 / Agnetha

"It's a car plane," Björn explained. "That's basically a flying car."

"But how did you get it?" she asked, looking at his latest gadget.

"I bought it with advanced money. The sponsors heard you sing and then I got money. So thanks."

"Then why don't I get any money?"

"Because you are the youngest one. You won't get it until all of us are taken care of."

"Oh, okay. Well, fine."

"Do you want to come along? Then you can see if you like it. In a CP you don't have a fear of flying. You can't. Because it looks so much like a car."

Gosh, that sounded interesting. It was a funny thing, by the way. It flew over the road and you didn't have to steer it, because it did everything by itself. Björn reached for her hand and she got in. It was surprisingly large inside, she hadn't suspected that at all from the outside. There were five rooms, a large bathroom, a kitchen and even a studio! Björn had decorated it himself, she could tell by the way it looked. It was his style. There were pictures on one of the walls. Of her. No one but her. She raised her eyebrows. "Are you divorced because of me?"

He walked up to her. "Yes, of course."

"Why?"

"Because you've always been mine. Always!"

He put his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. Jeez, he was excited!

"Agge," he whispered in her ear.

His hands on her bottom. He looked at her and bent toward her. Even before their lips touched, she heard herself moan. So full, full, full of desire. "Oh, kiss me!"

And what he did, he did, but she felt the sense of his touches in every fiber of her being. His hand slid forward and apparently, she hadn't noticed it before, she was completely naked. Convenient, ever so much.

"You want sex?"

"Yes, please," she replied.

"Where?"

"Where?!"

"Yes, on the roof? Or in the basement?"

"There's a basement?"

"Sure."

"Oh, nice. Well, no, let's just do it here."

"Fine by me."

His hand touched her between her legs and she suddenly saw that he had a turtle swimming in the sink. For a moment she was startled. But it didn't matter, she realized. He was a man, it didn't matter then.... Björn stroked her and she got all rosy and soft and limp and everything.... Her hips pushed against his hand. Oh man, how close she was. "Björn, please."

"Oh, Agnetha! Finally! Finally!"

God almighty, how long a time it had been indeed! She tried to grasp the feeling that flew through her body, but heard a strange sound that pulled her further and further from sleep. Half unconscious, she opened her eyes a tiny bit. Shit, the alarm clock! She slapped it and closed her eyes again. Oh, that fuzzy feeling! She wanted to go back to the world she had been taken away from. Her whole body pulsated, feeling warm and tingly. Abruptly, she opened her eyes.

Oh no! What the fucking fuck had she been dreaming! About her ex of all people! She turned onto her back and looked at the ceiling. For a moment she felt the urge to let her own hand deal with the excitement that still rushed through her, but she couldn't. It was too embarrassing, and besides, it was...

The alarm clock snoozed and her heart rate shot up with fright. She gave a big thump on the device. "Fucking thing!"

After some time, she managed to hoist herself out of bed. In a straight line she walked on to the bathroom. As she showered, she was suddenly reminded of the clothes she had bought with Lolo, a few years back, after she had won the lawsuit. Lolo had cooked for her afterwards and stayed the night because she was so completely down the drain from all the stress and misery. The day after, she had suggested that they'd get her all new clothes. They had gone to an idiotically expensive store and before she knew it she was 50,000 SEK away. Where was this stuff? After drying herself off and slipping into her bathrobe, she walked on to her walk-in closet. For a moment she thought she no longer had the clothes in question, but when she looked again, she found the pants and jacket. Would she still fit into them? She took the pants off the clothes hanger and looked at them. Dark brown supple leather. They smelled wonderful. When she took the jacket out of the sleeve it was apparently hanging in, she saw the blouse that belonged under it. Well, good, that was still there as well! She grabbed body cream, applied it to her skin and started to get dressed. After that, she was hungry. She would do her hair and makeup later. In the kitchen she made breakfast and when she took a bite of her toast a moment later, she grabbed her phone. "Lolo, could yov tell me how to ptt up my hair with a clip? X, A."