Voyage 2002

"Oh, Aggy, how adorable you are at times." April 2002 / Agnetha

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE. IT MIGHT TRIGGER YOU / ME & I

The first thing she noticed, when she woke up, was the feeling as if she had eaten a bowl of sawdust. Her mouth was dry and boulders rolled through her head.

The night before, she and Lolo had been at some VIP club. Lolo knew the owner of that place and was head over heels in love with him. So they had sat at the bar and Carl, the guy in question, had offered them a cocktail. She had discovered that she didn't take it too well... It had hit her like a bomb.

Lolo pulled it off better and had ordered a second one, which she likewise had not had to pay for either. The kiss on her cheek had left her beaming. Unfortunately, she had to work the next day so they had gone home in time.

Lolo and her, together in the cab, the fuss with the keys, Björn...

As she tried somewhat desperately to swallow, keeping her eyes firmly shut, she thought back to his help. He had taken her home, taken off her boots and made tea for her.

Oh God, she had behaved like a fifteen year old....

Had they kissed? No, she would have remembered that... right? She wanted to, she remembered.

She hugged him and later she played the piano. After that, she had hoped he would give in. But he hadn't...

Had she misjudged the whole situation? She turned onto her side, groaned and saw that she was lying in the living room.

When she sat up a moment later and picked up the plaid that had fallen to the floor, she saw a note.

"Aggy (!), now that you're awake, you probably need coffee. It's ready for you... Otherwise, I've read the contract, but there are some things in it that I want to compare to mine. Are you coming over for dinner tonight? We'll go through it then. Let me know. X"

A giant shot of adrenaline. Was this what she thought it was? Surely this couldn't be missed?!

She put her elbows on her knees and closed her eyes. Oh, God, would they really? Would they? Again?

Countless memories flew through her. 1969. May 4th. She was just nineteen and she fell for him immediately when he offered her his coat because she was shivering with cold. A week later they met again and she saw in his eyes that he felt the same.

He asked if she would like to go for a walk, on her lunch break.

A few weeks later, at her house, he kissed her. And she, she bounced all over the place, completely high of love.

He was five years older, she looked up to him and she wanted all kinds of things, but she was so inexperienced. The two men before him were of the "on, in, out, off" types as Frida called it. There wasn't much to it. She underwent it and was little involved.

From the beginning, it was different with Björn. First of all because she wanted to! And he? He was warm and tender, he stroked her, looked at her, asked all kinds of things and admired her body. "You are so beautiful, Agnetha."

And suddenly, one day, as he teased, stroked, kissed and loved her, she understood what all her friends were talking about

"W-what are you doing!" she had stammered, as he pulled her over the edge for the first time in her life.

She had never forgotten the endearment she saw in his eyes once he understood what was going on....

His experience and self-confidence had made her more and more daring to show herself, and slowly but surely they became attuned to each other.