Voyage 2002

"Benny! I'm warning you!" May 2002 / Benny

After an eventful day, Benny walked through his suite. He had just put away the cups from which they had drunk tea and returned to the sofa.

"So, sweetie, is it a good book?" he asked Frida who was reading in an impossible position. On her back, with her upper body twisted and her neck in a crease that gave you muscle pain just looking at it.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"Whether it's interesting what you're reading and is it too much to ask to be careful with that beautiful body of yours? Because lying down the way you do now, you're asking for trouble."

"Yes, I my neck hurts," she replied.

He chuckled, sat up and pulled her to him by her ankles. "Better this way?"

She nodded and dove back into her book. That was not his intention of course.... With one hand he grabbed an ankle and with his other he tickled under her sock. "You're sphinxing me, Anni-Frid L. and I don't like it." She pulled her leg back, laughing, but he didn't let go of her. Instead, he pulled off her sock and tickled again. She screamed out loud and tried to break free. Her movements caused her book to fall to the floor. Laughing uncontrollably, she turned onto her stomach. "Stop it, Benny, stop it!"

"What's in it for me? When I stop?"

It took her a while to answer. Only when he temporarily stopped his actions, could she speak again. "A k-kiss or s-so?" she hiccuped.

He frowned. "A kiss?! Well, well, what a treat!"

His fingers drew circles under her foot.

"F-f-fuck you!" she yelled.

"Sounds like a better idea."

She struggled on the couch as he continued his vicious game. By now he was leaning on her with his entire weight, or else she would kick him with her other leg because of her writhing. When she was completely out of breath and practically begging him to stop, he finally obeyed. With both hands, he grabbed her waist, making her jump about three feet into the air. Screaming with laughter, she then remained lying down. After a while she got up. On hands and knees she crawled toward him. Tickling him as revenge was of no use, he was sure she'd remember.... When he saw that she wanted to sit on his lap, he opened his arms. She put a leg on each side of him. "Well, well, well, Sphinxstad, is that you?"

"Yes, in person."

"Including all the chakras?"

She chuckled. "Yes, they're with me."

"How nice!" he said. "And are you going to tell me anything about them? Or will you stick to that incoherent story from last night?"

"Was it incoherent?" she asked with a smile.

"Check."

She slid closer and stroked his beard with those endlessly long and slender fingers he adored so much.

"Agnetha explained all kinds of things to me, and that book is pretty clear too," she said next. "The word chakra comes from the traditional Indian culture. It means 'wheel'. The seven chakras are seen as seven energy points in our body that are important for our life force."

"That sounds like serious shit, Friddle," he said with a wink.

"Yes, it is. You just never believe in anything!" she returned with a slightly disappointed look.

"I believe in you! And in us! That's quite something, isn't it?!"

She burst out laughing. "Okay, you're right. But let me tell you. You wanted to know, right?"