It’s a sweet, erotic encounter between Agnetha and Frida, the former ABBA-Singers
Agnetha put the newspaper she’d been reading down as the doorbell rang. It was ten o’clock in the morning. She opened the door, finding a very familiar figure standing in front of her. ‘Frida!’ she exclaimed at the smiling woman, wrapping her arms around her. Frida hugged her back. ‘Hi, little one! How are you?’ ‘Good, good, come in! Coffee is on. Are you hungry?’ Agnetha bubbled, pulling her friend inside to the kitchen. ‘Hmmm, smells good. Did you bake?’ ‘Yes, I’ll cut you a piece off. Give me your coat.’ Hustling out to hang it and back in to offer Frida a steaming cup. ‘Thank you, dear.’ They sat across each other at the table, grinning. ‘What brings you here?’ ‘I’m in town for a few weeks, thought I’d say hello…’ ‘This is really sweet. Can you spend the day?’ ‘Yes, if you want me to…’ Agnetha slipped her hand over Frida’s. ‘Of course I want you to…’ Silence…
