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The Resurrection

a lovemystery/novel
by Olafur Thor Eiriksson

Loki Fafnis

Born in Bardarvik June 19 1955
Died in Reykjavik Nov. 15 2001
His memorial address will be held in the
church in Helguvik.

The most difficult lot of a mother is to outlive her children. That has
been my burden for the sake of my eldest, a son who seemed to have a
promising future in stored for him, an outstanding student and well built in
most aspects, but no-one is able to rule one's destiny in every way.
One accident followed another when you were in your twenty-first year
having the consequences that you became quite disabled. But it didn´t seem
to alter anything eventhough your destiny did its best breaking you down;
always in good humour, optisism in the flesh.
You married a girl whom you'd met during your college years, just prior
to your first disaster, but she didn´t let your disability have any
influence on her decision to marry you.
For twenty odd years she stood by your side helping you both getting
through incredible difficulties and gave birth to three promising sons. But
good things always seem to come to an end and she finally gave in to her
everlasting struggle trying to carry on the homemaking being the
bread-winner of three children and their disabled father who received his
stingy monthly compensation.
In the wake of the divorce you certainly didn´t give in, like so many seem
to do.
Oh no, not my Loki!
Every one weekend you gave a loving home to
your three sons as a weekend-dad, but the other you went out dancing on the
capital-area, where you kept on looking for a new girlfriend who'd be
willing to live along with you through times of both happiness and sorrow.
It didn't happen till early in the fourth year after the divorce, when
you believed you'd eventually come across the right girl for you. For
several months you seemed so very close, that I had begun to believe
something lasting was to become of your relationship. Happiness seemed to
radiate from your eyes.
But the calamity came at the end of last July, when you phoned and told us
that the big love in your life had left you. Since then everything has been
going down in your life; depression visited you and you, a lad who'd always
seemed to be the happiest of all became struck with self-pity and
pessimism.
I hope the Lord will keep you by his side my darling son,
your mamma.

Her tears keep on falling one after another on this page no. thirty-six of
the Morgunblad (morning news), just where the obituary had been put down.
The eyes, the pearls of her pretty face, skyblue and as large as small
saucers had become puffy and filled with tears that steadily run down on
this page holding notices and articles that remind one of death which is
feared by most, but desired by some; fright on the one hand because of the
contingensy of what will become of us and the other because of a panting to
leave an unpleasant type of living. Through tears she looks at the photo of him as
a young handsome man. Then she looks at the newish one in her left palm
and finds it quite extraordinary how little his face had changed over the
years. The latter one Loki had given her shortly after they´d started
dating last January. She´d never repaid in kind, for as she´d said: "-I
always photo badly."
That´s nonsence dear Sara. In my opinion very few women look as fabulous
as you do, especially when we´re making love and you´re on your back. As
she remembered him he was always praising her for one thing or another, but
her response had always been the same: "-You get so easily fooled because
you´re so much in love with me, but the truth is that my looks are quite
ordinaire."

An Earthly Preface

-Why are you so bloody frigid woman, asks the beefy man his long-legged and
sexy wife. You are hardly ever ready to enjoy my hard-on. I can´t
comprehend why in the name of wonder you wanted to become my wife. You
never seem to enjoy being with me like those other women I´ve been with.
-I don´t understand why I can´t enjoy sex with you considering how much I
do love you from the deepest roots of my heart, replies the coffee-brown
beauty with tears in her eyes and the lump in the neck. I just don´t find
sex as great as my girlfriends have so often told me it is, the circumsized
girl carries on, and to top it I´m more tired and indifferent tonight, than
usually. Perhabs I´ll become more attracted to you if you´ll allow me to
rest a short while enjoying the warmth of your presence, and thus said she
turns toward a wall in their circular straw-shed.
-Well then, roars the sulky black man who had some months before started to
dream of having great sex with her, when he had kidnapped her from a distant
village, which he and his companions had raided. In his opinion she was the
fairest of all the women in her tribe. As time went by he was able to win
her affection, when she came to know him and realized what a promising
husband he could become. He lies down close to her round and firm behind
keeping his circumsized bonestiff, black and shining king between her
thighs, thus allowing it lie in the triangle at the joint of her legs and
queenie. He then lays his left arm over her, grabbing tenderly about her
firm breasts with stiff brown nipples.
Before long he hears by her steady breathing that she´s visiting her
dreamland. Many a night he´s been lying still by her side enjoying the
sound of her feminine breathing in through her small flat nose and
subsequently out between her thick-set grey lips.
Gradually he´s able to enter his own dreamworld which differs from hers by
all the violence that marks the existence of the young men of his tribe, but
softness and yearning for a child marks her dreams. His enormous king
which every man would´ve been proud of, softenes and returns to its normal
small boylike size. It shrinks until it doesn´t find any firmness between
her thighs anymore and drops down behind the girl´s right thigh.
Subsequently the young warrior starts snoring loudly.
In the middle of the night something typical for many men happens;
the urinary bladder starts raging eager to empty itself. In the wake his
king gets aroused and begins to rise with more eagerness than it normally
would. Looking superly promising his king starts searching in between her
thighs, but this moment it doesn´t lie still beneath her lovely queenie,
which has become very moist, but enters automatically. Successive to the
entering she starts moaning with pleasure reaching its peak when the ³long
guest² begins touching the 7 centimetre long inner clitoris on the inner
wall of her abdomin, a prolongation of the outer clit which had been removed
in the circumcision, back when she still was just a child.
Still sleeping she reaches out for the stiff left cheek of his behind and
thrushes it in. When she touches him he moves from his dream of fighting
and enters a new one where he´s making love to his wife who has begun to
enjoy his course of action. In her open eyes he´s able to notice how unlike
the frigid woman she´s become and...

A Celestial Preface

Just as every wise human is aware of we´re headed for a very long journey
via six Heavens, when we´ll die, before reaching the seventh Heaven, where
we´ll get the long desired diffusion with the pantheon, the nature viz.
Our souls will have to dwell unequally long in each of the six Heavens
making the departed´s dwelling often quite a hardship, but longest and most
difficult in the first Heaven which we´ll enter right after our death. The
transportation between the Heavens, eg. from the first to the second might
take a long period and can´t be reached, until the deceased have proven
without a doubt that they are worthy souls which have improven their
behaviour and action. The most important part of this hardship is usually
reincarnation, a single one or more, that is until the committee in the next
Heaven decides whether you have improven yourself sufficiently. Those of
the deceased who´ll have to return to the pain and anguish the Earth´s
dwelling is supposed to be compared to the devine one, won´t recall a thing
from their former life. Save those who have through some kind of an
accident been able to ripen their clairvoyance, an ability everybody has
somewhere hidden in their brains. The number of reincarnated people on
Earth has become so enormous, that just a tiny few are Earthlings who are
beginning their endless journey toward their diffusion with the pantheon.
The people who are just beginners in the devine order, which the Hindoos
call Dharma are the ones who seem quite without a worry in their world, so
happily free and easy. On the other hand most reincarnated people are shy
and worried. The built-in
fear of making mistakes is elevated proportionally with the number of
reincarnations.
The dwellers use their time in the first Heaven as well as possible by
following and asstisting people down on Earth. Escorting them like the
shadow. But there´s a catch to this endeavour, mainly that there is no
manner for the "shadow" to influence the living, in spite of numerous
possible reasons. Unless either the one in question enjoys clairvoyance or
when psychics can be used as agents.
Everyone has their own "shadow", one or more, according to their importance
and/or by a decision from "above".

Chapter One

This weekend in question his search for a friend and companion of the
opposite sex begins as so often before, elevendish Friday-evening. The week
had gone by at an unusual speed, eventhough the suspence had been increasing
each day. His sixth sense is informing him that lady-luck will be
discreetly favorable for him on this fine evening in September. He parks
his blue East-German Trabant station-wagon, a tiny plastic can of a car,
which really suits him a single youngish middleaged man quite well, at a
space by Ingolfs-square, before he makes himself ready by spraying a little
perfume down his neck and running his right hand´s fingers through his dark
hair. He´s feeling exceedingly well and has high expectations for this
visit to Café Reykjavík, when he strides over the elegant slated square, but
gets a little disappointed entering this old building which used to be a
fish-factory early in the twentieth century on Reykjavik´s quay, but after a
number of changes and fillings the quay had moved away, thus making its
location less practical for such a factory.
He seems to be too early, for there´s hardly anyone inside other than
Gunnar, an excavator driver who he´s come well acquainted with, after their
numerous conversations these numerous nights they´d both visited these
premises intoxicated by nothing but their hope and good temper in a place
where the heavy drinkers are more wellcome than others.
Our hero finds a seat by an empty table behind the bar which is
elliptically shaped and located in the middle of the gloamy salon, and
orders a cup of Swiss-mocca, a drink he finds absolutely delicious. While
he´s waiting for his coffee his eyes wander around the almost empty premises
and stop on four good looking females at a table not far away.
Automatically he gives their appearance a quick valuation, speculating at
the same time what might be his chance of getting a dance with anyone of
them when the band has started its playing. They are all slenderly looking
and seem pretty from where he´s sitting. Two have dark hair down to their
shoulders, the third one is a short-cut blonde, but the fourth whom he finds
most attractive has beautiful chestnut hair with a ponytail and happens to
be facing him, but the dark-haired ones to the sides.
For the purpose of not being accused of any rude staring he turns his head
down, but keeps on giving them an eye secretly. When he´s been sitting
approximately ten minutes, his coffee´s arrived and been drunk half a cup,
he notices that the chestnut-girl is standing up. Now he turns his head
toward her and to his pleasure sees this goddess who´s wearing a tight red
leather-skirt and a white short-sleeve blouse start walking towards him.
She has long gorgeous legs and has on black dance-shoes. Perhabs she finds
his face peculiar, for it problably is showing how astonished he is by
witnessing this miracle. Before long this astonishingly beautiful creature
is standing at his table asking him with her dark, sexy voice whether she
can sit at his table.
-Be my guest, says the youngish man.
She sits down, lays her elbows on the table, her head in the palms and
then she starts gazing into his green eyes with her brown charming ones. Up
close he´s for the first time able to realize how God´s creation really is
beautiful. The pretty face with the large queen-size nose, the nice
cheekbones, the voloptous fleshy pink lips are such an illumination for his
eyes that she easily charms him out of his shoes! And when she starts
talking her voice is like of another world, so dark and charming-like: -Do
you know what, you young beautiful man?
-No, how might that be, he asks feeling enchanted, a little shrieking.
-How old are you, 25-30?
-I´ve just turned 43, he replies becoming a question-mark.
-How old do you believe I am, she asks.
-I really don´t know what to say, 26-8, he asks carefully for he surely
wouldn´t want to affront this heavensending.
-Thank you ever so kindly, she says with a smile on pretty lips. I´m 58,
in other words just an old woman in your eyes, not true?
-I´m not very experienced in this kind of valuation, he carries on, but to
tell you the truth you look younger than girls my age, eventhough they´re
wearing heavy make-up. What´s your magic, how are you able to keep this
youngish look having reached this incredible age?
-Thank you. I think I can agree with you that still my looks are
incredible, eventhough I don´t use any cosmetics, she replies with her
incredible voice which he finds absolutely irresistible and overwhelms him
entirely. But the reason I´m here at your table is to ask you whether you´d
like to sleep with me tonight!
-Naa..., his reflexes are rather clumsy, for he isn´t exactly used to this
kind of talking. Most nights he´s had to return to his cold bed on his
lonesome after his eager search for a woman who´d be willing to sleep with
him. He´s very fastidious and careful, for in no means would he like to be
stuck with anyone who´d only give him more problems and worries. His
dreamgirl is not supposed to smoke or drink alcohol, must be happy,
humorous, athletic, horny, live alone and have quit menstruating.
-Well do you want to fuck me or not, you extremely beautiful man, she asks
him straight out.
-I would not mind it very much, telling you the truth, but I really do find
this too unusual and incredible an offer for not feeling a little
suspicious, perhabs a crack involving your friends, he says, while pointing
with his non dimpled chin towards the three ladies eagerly following the
actions of the fourth.
-To tell you the truth, the four of us are divorced, and have become very
horny for a good man. When you entered the premises every one of us became
hot and we began speculating how tempting it would be to have a sexy
well-hung man like you fucking one of us tonight.
-Aren´t you kidding, he asks disbelievingly his face having dropped to his
chest. Do women really discuss us men like that?
-Yes, you bet ya, she says in a stimulating manner. We aren´t different
from you guys in any way and in some we´re even more enthusiastic about sex,
than you are.
-I don´t know what to say.
-The truth is that the girls started to challenge me to approach you in the
means of offering my body to you, she carries on while giving him a begging
eye.
-It´s quite tempting, my dear, but I´m really not the most experienced man
in sexual matters, to tell you the truth, says the good looking middle-aged
youngish man, who´s become a little frightened of not standing up to her
expectations. But what´s the girl´s name, if you don´t mind me asking?
-I wouldn´t find it any worse to be able to mold you into a fabulous lover,
she offers him while taking his small muscular hands into her feminine ones.
How say you, do you want to fool around with me? We´ll enjoy anominity as
drifters in the sea of opportunities.
-OK, why not, says he squeezing her hands.
-My flat or yours, she asks with an obvious anticipation in her charming
manly voice.
-Are we leaving allready, even without a little dancing, he´s really become
afraid like a little mouse.
-Yes of course, there´s no sense in postponing pleasure. She´s allready on
her feet dragging hin up from his chair. We´ll just go to my place, where
we´ll be able to shake our arses to soft music, while we´re getting into the
right mood, you adorable young man. We must fondle and touch each other for
the purpose of discovering each other´s sexual desires.
Wait here, my dear, while I jump upstairs and fetch my coat. Meanwhile you
could even find us a taxi.
-Oh, that´s not necessary for we´ll just use my own car, he informs her.
-Wow still it gets better, she strikes out just as she paces up the
white-painted wooden stairs which probably has taken a beating over the
years, though it´s appearance is quite good after a number of paint-jobs.
When she returns in a second with her white fur-coat in her right hand she
puts her left one in the right palm of the young man, who´s never met such a
spectacular woman, at the same time as she smiles and waves victoriously to
her friends who´re gazing at them adoringly, also waving.
-Allow me, dear, offers the youngish middleaged stud, who´s wearing a
white blazer and black jeans, just as he reaches out for the fur, holding
it open thus enabling the woman to put it on. Loki catches his breath when
he accidentally touches her incredible back-end.
-Yes, don´t you like it, so large and stiff. This is how you become in
aerobic. Thus said they leave the premises hand in hand walking over the
square towards the tiny noble-wagon which awaits them so dulcet and good.
-Oh, is the Trabant yours, how fabulous, the fur-clad beauty cries out
when she sees the clean blue shining car. How is it, like a dream? -Like
a dream, he agrees enchanted by the the woman´s action and lack of
restrictions, who had altered all his plans for the night so unexpectently,
even though he hadn´t planned a thing beforehand. He always allowed Miss
Luck control the happenings in his endless search for a good friend and
companion of the opposite sex. Actually he hasn´t got a clue which road
this adventure with a woman who hasn´t really the age to be his mum, but the
looks of a woman same age, will follow. This adventure won´t live longer
than the night, he convinces himself, at the time he opens the door for her
and then closes it carefully and firmly when she´s taken a seat and he´s
pushed her coat inside. The memory of his last attempt to enjoy sex with
a woman gives him the shivers.
Many a night he had managed to attract and then drag intoxicated girls (he
had his own needs in spite of all wishing-lists) to his home, where he
wanted to enjoy the kind of sex his friends had been bragging about as
something they did regularly, but when he´d been under the sheets everything
had ended in disappointment, when he had tried to excuse his dangling tail
with the words: "This has never happened before,² thus implying that there
must something the matter with the innocent girl. And probably they have
believed that themselves, for his appearance seemed filled with
self-assurance, so elegant looking and supple on the dancefloor and in every
foreplay. But inspite of all his unsuccessful lovemaking he wasn´t to
surrender his quest for a good friend and companion who´d like to divide
her life with him a poor disabled salesman.
But perhabs time´s up in his quest and therefore he´s about to find the
happiness everyone´s looking for; the partner who´d be eager to enjoy with
him both the times of happiness and sorrow.
He takes a quick-look to his side at the moment he slides the key in and
turns it clockwise. The two-cilinder motor starts instantly with its funny
awkward manner and on it purrs trabb-trabb, but Loki turns in the seat,
looks back and backs carefully.
When he drives on he feels how her left hand is layed on his inner thigh
and starts massaging up and down, then it moves upwards and closes in on his
most sensitive body-part. When the car glides slowly in on the Lækjargata
(riverstreet) her right hand is gliding down the zipper. With her left
hand´s fingers she handles his goodlooking not so little friend, who´s
beginning to look forward to the expected treatment.
-Wow, what stoutness, she moans, I´ll just have to stretch out my gape!
She runs her lips a couple of times down and sucks upwards, but subsequently
she starts nibbling and sucking the swollen king. When she starts raging
this way on this over-sensitive organ, he begins wondering whether he should
put a leash on her, before something bad will happen. He feels severe pain,
but is able to bear it manfully just as before. When the aches have grown
to an almost unbearable level, he grows completely stiff by the wheel, but
is able to stop the car in the middle of the crossroads of Skothús and
Framnes conveniently on a green light. He senses how the white gush spirts
into the mouth cavity of this woman, whom he probably won´t ever meet after
this memorable night. He looks at how she swallows and licks her lips just
when the impatient beeping starts growing steadily behind the Trabant. The
red light has long since returned and the vehicles are closing in from all
sides, but as usual, when something befalls he becomes quite frozen in his
disability. He just isn´t able to decide what to do, but meanwhile the
beeping grows intensely from all sides. A few brave drivers try to move
past the tiny Trabant, but subsequently a number of them are riveting into
one another in this extraordinary traffic-jam. His face is stiff like a
statue, but nevertheless manages to look aside toward the woman, who´s in a
fit of laughter. But evidently they aren´t to be left alone, for at this
moment there is a polite but definite knock on the driver´s window. The
recently satisfied driver comes around and pushes on a knob between the
seats, thus opening the window.
-Is there something the matter, asks the uniformed lady-cop (who´s armed
with a flashlight) before she puts her head in through the window and sees
where the soft and satisfied little man is hanging halfway down the zipper.
She´s also able to see the white leak from the corner of the woman´s mouth.
Couldn´t you possibly have waited for a better opportunity, for you know
there´s a right moment for everything.
-I beg your pardon miss constable, he begins his case, because we hust
couldn´t control our impulses or the lust of our flesh.
-I understand, but would you mind very much if you´d move your car and park
it there by the Music-hall and then join us in the policecar, she remarks
both in a conjuring tone and commandingly.
-Of course, officer, no problemmo, but to his new girlfriend: I´m more
than a little irritated toward the police, because of these senseless
disturbances from them, for they should know by now that I never touch
alcohol, even though my driving may seem strange sometimes or slow. I
thought it were my problem. One night on my road from the city´s centre
to my home in Breiðholt (broadhill) I was stopped three times, interrogated
and finally had a drunkometer test each time!
-Hurry up honey, if we are to be home on a civilised hour, she rouses him
into action. And do remember your fly!
On his way towards the police-car he happens to look down and notices how
his faithful little friend is peeking out into the clement night.
-I would have thought that you´d have something more urgent to do with your
pressious time, than disturbing innocent civilians, like myself, he begins
his typical nagging.
-Hey my friend, you aren´t so innocent tonight, the uniformed lad at the
wheel remarks. While you´re sitting here in the police-car the other
constable is trying to solve the traffic jam you caused on this junction.
-That I caused, he remarks amazed. It wasn´t my fault my car suddenly
decided to play dead, and I couldn´t have done a thing.
-Well was that how it happened, the cop remarks with a softer voice, but
you´ll have to oblige me by putting your name on this report anyway.
-Well then and may we then go our way. We´re actually in quite a hurry.
-I see, the cop remarks and subsequently he picks up an empty form and a
pensil. Name?
-Loki Fafnis, he introduces himself while he prepares for departure,
but the kid-cop immediately takes a hold of his shoulder biding him to stay
a little longer.
-If you´ll sign here, then I´ll be able to finish the report for the
insurance-company. -Can I rely on you?
-Absolutely!
-Well then, give me that pesil.
Just when they prepare to leave the scene two towing-trucks from Vaka
appear.
-It´s incredible how some people can be neglident when they´re driving, she
remarks astounded.
-I enjoyed it anyway, Loki says with a grin.

When they´ve at last inside her nice looking place they hurry up getting
undressed and in a lustful embrace they roll around the floor and bed
researching each other´s bodies. One has to kiss one spot and suck the
other; blow on another and nibble yet another. But not surprisingly they
were totally exhausted having reached a wonderful simultaneous orgasm and
fell asleep embraced, reconciled with their god and all its soldiers. When
Loki awakes early in the morning with a full bladder, he has a pee, before
he puts his clothes on and leaves her flat, therefore not knowing anything
about this godsend in his life. On her doorbell he reads the name: Arora!

-This woman is the right one for you, boy, two guardian spirits in the
world of the departed yell aloud mentally, but incidentally they´ve been
given the job of following, guarding and directing Loki Fafnis.
Do not leave!, still they yell of all their might, but evidently of no use,
because Loki who is intirely immune hurries into his freezing cold Trabant
and when he leaves the park the woman has left his mind entirely.

Chapter two

The town´s library is both new and large and Loki is a frequent customer
either exchanging books or to read the newest magazines. To the right side
of the entrance a few red upholstered seat have been placed, a table and a
few shelves for classified newspapers and magazines. On a Monday-morning in
August he makes a visit to the library. Standing at the counter he
recognizes Erla, a regular employee looking busy doing something important,
Fjóla wanders around, but Hulda is closing in on the coffee-room. On his
right he sees a woman sitting wearing a blue khaki-dress. She´s absorbed
in some foreign magazine. Her hair is black, quite bushy. Because of his
connatural curiosity Loki walks by her bench in an appropiate distance just
for the reason to be able to observe more closely this alien person who
seems to be so awfully lonely and unattended. Before Loki sits down he gets
the latest number of the Stamp-collector. Pretending not to look at the
other reading-visitor he takes a seat on a bench rectangular to the one the
woman´s occupying. Same time as he pages the magazine with an artificial
interest his eyes look secretly toward her. To his utter surprise he sees
that she´s no ordinary woman concerning her physiognomy and complexion.
Therefore it´s not any wonder she´s looking so lonely and unattended. Her
complexion is so black that it seems to be blue and her complexion extremely
vulgar, the nose flat,
the lips thick and the eyebrows heavy and sunk. The eyes looked so black to
him that they reminded him mostly on black-holes. She looked very much
like an Australian aborigine.
Just as the delicate Loki is known to do he greets the "unattended" one in
an international language: "gud morning", which she replies immediately in
Danish. Now when he´s cracked the ice another chapter in his neverending
pursuit for a companion and friend, who´d be eager to divide with him both
the times of happiness and grief. Because of his connatural curiosity and
helpfulness Loki has before long managed to drag out of her mouth the
skeleton of her autobiography:
-I came to Denmark as a political refugee
along with my two children twenty years ago. We swerved out of
Belgian-Congo in the civil-war.
My husband and my children´s father decided to stay and fight with the
Freedom-army against the tyranny. I haven´t heard from him since we
departed my fatherland.
The Danes received us with their open arms, maybe because back then the
refugees hadn´t yet become such "a pain in the ass", like now-a-days. I
got immeasurable assistance when I decided to open my own shoe-store, which
I owned for fifteen years, until just recently. My children have grown up
and are living in Sweeden.
In my first vacation abroad in fifteen years I decided to come to Iceland
for a week in July. I did travel around your spectacular country and slept
in the cheapest lodging-houses. But because I was having such a good time
in your country I forgot to keep track on my departure-day and therefore
missed my flight.

To show the credibility of her story she searches in her old purse and
picks up a ticket which indicates her departure date in July, as it were to
make a change for Loki, who has in his rashness and shortsightedness
allready decided to assist this lonely and unattended woman in any possible
way. Somehow he´s going to help her return home to Denmark.
-My car´s outside. How about a sight-seeing trip around the area, Loki
asks, himself looking forward to having a passenger other than his children,
who either are grown up or living far away with their mother.
-Yes, thank you very much, "Betty" remarks gratefully.
-Follow me then, and he reaches out for her hand.

Inside Loki´s good-looking blue Trabant they drive far and wide about the
penninsula and among places they come to is the Blue Lagoon, where he of his
very limited income buys a creme made from lagoon´s mud for the fifty year
old woman, whom he´d taken up on his arms. When they´d returned to his
hometown they happened to drive by the fish-shop, into which "Betty" wished
to go and buy material for a meal she wanted to cook for him to show her
gratitude. They came out from the store which is located in a garage with
their arms full half an hour later. She tricked Loki into buying a few
expensive pieces of delicious salmon, various vegetables, rye bread and
spices.
An hour and a half later she served a fabulous fish-course on the
kitchen-table.
Loki could easily have had sex with the woman and it won´t be denied that
dreams of lust and pleasure went through his mind earlier when they were
practically naked in the Blue Lagoon and he was able to enjoy the sight of
her desirable sexy black body. Once again the restrictless Loki surprised
himself by keeping sacred his own principia of not having sex with women
whom he couldn´t think of enjoying times of pleasure and sorrow with. For
that reason they seem quite restricted after their dinner, just sitting
still watching the telly, until the cuckoo strikes ten o´clock and he
decides it´s time to go dancing at Café Reykjavik.
When they arrive there an hour later a few souls are sitting at the bar,
mainly lonely men looking for women. By their visit they seem to have freed
those men from some self-appointed bondage, because now they´ve evidently
found the reason for their being there: Dancing with the blackest woman
they´d ever seen. The lonely men allready there and those who arrive later
all go into a cue having asked Loki for permission to dance with his lady.
-If she´ll want to dance with you, for she´s allowed to decide for herself
now when human-slavery has been illegalized. "Betty" danses with every
one of them and seems quite happy with the attention she receives from
Icelandic men.
At one o´clock Loki and "Betty" leave the premises and drive southwards
along the shore and he bids her good night in the car outside of her
dwelling-place, a fisherman´s hut in Njarðvik where she´s been sleeping
since she "happened to lose" her plane home. Loki could of course have
vited her to stay in his large house, but that would have made his
intentions of keeping his principia sacred ever more difficult, wouldn´t it.
Nevertheless he´s noble enough to give her his phone-number, allowing her to
call him if necessary. Meanwhile he promises to find a way that´ll enable
her leaving the country. But of course she´ll misuse her permission
incredibly to Loki´s great inconvenience, making him so fed up with her
allready on the second Tuesday that he´s about to burst.
-Well, "Betty", now I´ll come to fetch you. Take you along to the Airport
of Leif Eiriksson, where I´ll speak to the right people, thus enabling you
to get back home.
Having arrived at the airport the two of them get invited into Icelandair´s
local boss´s room, who Loki happens to be a little acquainted with, him
being married to his sister´s girlfriend.
-And how can I assist you, inquires the boss who´s quite eager to come of
use.
-This poor woman has been crying by my shoulder for a week, ever since I
took pity on her in the library. She told me she´d missed her flight by
some misunderstanding, Loki starts his case showing the outdated ticket.
Can you help her get back to Denmark?
-I´ll do my best, Loki dear, he replies with a self-important voice, thus
giving Loki some light in his darkness. The boss takes her hand in his
while looking into her dark and spooky eys and doing his best to squeeze a
smile in his own face. "Betty" smiles back with the result that her beetle
brows disappear making her look like quite a different woman. By this
revelation Loki begins doubting a little whether his decision to send her
away is right; a woman who might have been his lucky catch.
Loki returns to reality when the boss reaches contact with the headquarters
in the capital; Reykjavik. After some explaining he puts the phone down
again having a big smile on his lips: -She gets a seat on the plane that
departures at 1300 hours.

A week later "Betty" gives him a phone call from her daughter´s in
Sweeden thanking him once again kindly and that supposedly being her
departure from the eventless life of the cripple Loki Fafnis, but
what....Two days later his phone rings again.
-Good evening, can I speak to Loki Fafnis?
-Of course, speaking.
-How do you do Loki. This is the teacher´s son in the police-station.
-What is it now I´ve supposed to have done, he asks while searching
hurriedly in his mind for whatever might be the reason for this call.
-Don´t alarm yourself, for this time there´s no report on my desk from
lonely women who have misunderstood your kindness. -Well,what else might be
the reason, Loki asks, while drying the suspence-sweat from his eyebrow.
-Do you happen to be acquainted with a woman allegedly known as "Betty".
-Yes I do, why?
-This alleged "Betty" is suspected to have falsified a great number of
checks and stolen millions that way.
-And she who told me that she was absolutely broke, thus making me a
cripple pity her.
-How was she in the sack, inquires the policeman more than a little
zealous.
-I didn´t get the honors, Loki replies astounded by his question.
-The reason I´m asking you this is that we the acting officers at the
station, the Big Brother of our small community, where just about everybody
knows each other, had seen you with a new woman under your arm and sent out
an expedition. They reported that this woman was a real "bag-woman", that
is a woman that can´t be laid unless she´d be wearing a bag over her head.
Then we opened a bet on whether you´d fuck her.
But then her check-case came up enabling me to call you and ask you if
she´d made a phone call to you posterior to her leaving the country.
-Yes, actually she did call me from her daughter´s in Sweeden, Loki replies
a bit astounded by the officer´s chattering.
-I was going to ask for your permission to find her number among your
calls, because Interpol is working on the case.

-How lucky you were dear Loki, the deceased think toward him as loudly
as possible where they´re standing at his side by the telephone, but once
again of no use, Loki being as far from psychic as possible.

Chapter Three

Loki takes a look inside and over the crowded front-hall of the ever
popular Kringlu-krain (circular-pub), where he´s once again arrived on a
Saturday-night, which this time happens to be on the thirteenth day of
Christmas, January 6. Mostly drunk people of both sexes in their
best-clothes have assembled together in this place of ammusement early,
knowing that if they arrive before the ancient clock on the wall strikes
eleven times they won´t have to pay an 800 kroner fee. For that sum of
money one can easily get a good pot of ale which might enable people to get
rid of the shyness-ghost who´s one of the biggest thresholds in the sexes´
communication, both in new relationships and renewed ones. From the porch
he´s not able to look into every hiding-place, where some promising women
might be sitting, preferably ones that neither drank alcohol nor used
tobacco. For the last three-plus years he´s been a divorcee, each weekend
eagerly searching for a new girlfriend, a confidant and companion who´d be
willing to divide with him both the periods of happiness and sorrow. She´d
have to be as fit as himself, he´s muscular and energetic. She´d have to
enjoy dancing as much as he does, and it would be nice were she bright and
conversational. Loki is blessed with endless endurance, when it comes to
this quest of his, for he wouldn´t like to be stuck with a woman who showed
herself to be impossible in a joint life. In that case he´d rather carry on
living alone with Miss Palm Fivebender.
He begins by walking to his left in his search, past tables, by which a
number of singles are sitting; men and women who have been members of
various singles´ clubs, e.g. The Dancing Palace in Breidholt or The Singles´
and Divorcee´s Society. Loki nods to the constantly young and white-haired
Leifur who even in his seventies is a better dancer than most younger
people. Loki has been following this untiring elder for a long time,
admiring how he swings the ladies around themselves without even perspiring
a sweat in the closeness of the dance-floor, for the reason he´s been
swinging since he was a child. When Loki has passed the stalls where these
dance-happy friends are sitting (people that always attend so early that
they don´t have to pay the fee and never buy anything but perhabs a cup of
coffee, and are at this moment busy conversationing biding time till the duo
starts playing) he comes to tables where two or three women are sitting busy
sucking the poison from their coffin-nails between the sipping from
tumblers. For some reason these women don´t pander to the search of this
man who turns to his right toward the small dance-floor, where an
intoxicated embracing couple is shaking their arses to the Tom Jones´ Sex
Bomb. Passing the couple he´s unable to resist the motivation of this sexy
music, takes a spin and shakes his hips. Beyond the Floor he´s not
rejoiced in his quest for the right woman; those who aren´t coupled are
either heavily drunk or chain-smoking their nails. Nevertheless he´s
obliged to dance a few just for the sake of maintaining the nimble-footing
he´s acquired since his divorce. But none of them panders especially to
him, neither to his higher nor lower impulses. By midnight he´s almost lost
all hope of finding his one and only that evening and is about to leave the
premises once again without a female attendant, shuddering by the thought of
his freezing double-bed. On his way out past the crowded main-bar which
curves about the staff-room he takes a quick look to his right towards the
tables usually occupied by the merry dancers and sees her sitting, his
dreamgirl with blond hair down to her shoulders and her cross section top.
Loki stands still as struck with a stone being afraid to lose her from his
seight if he just blinked an eye. This dream-girl is sitting at a table
close to the shoulder-high wooden partition which divides that part of the
hall; opposite to her two middle-aged dark-haired women are sitting, but by
her side a fifty year old thin man with curly dark hair, whom Loki has
often seen at the premises, whom he knows is a great dancer, thus making him
very popular with the ladies. While Loki stands still by the bar gazing
bewitched at the blond beauty-queen he notices where Kalli pushes his chair
back, stands up and reaches his left hand toward the dark-haired woman
sitting at the other table-corner and together they head into the dancing
crowd on the dance-floor, which is so small that it reminds one of a stamp
on an envelope compared to the big hall. Behind the two women sit looking
a little down-hearted by not been chosen this time, but they won´t despair
yet, because Kalli is known for dancing with a lot of girls. What is the
strange and restrictionless Loki going to do? Is he going to get the goose,
before someone else comes along, or will he once again lose the opportunity
of meeting his potential future financée. His tetanus leaves him just as
he takes a stroll directly towards the table, where she´s watching Kalli
swing and spin the lucky woman on the crowded floor. When Loki reaches the
table he notices she doesn´t have any glass infront of her, but he sees a
long thin cigarette in her ashtray. He reaches his left hand out, clears
his throat and asks her piteously:
-Dance?
And to his surprise she gives
him a positive reply, before she stands up, turns toward him and reaches out
for his left with her right hand.

-Beware of her!
The deceased who´re following Loki became three, when
Adolf who´s made great progress was ordered to join them. This Adolf has
been a real pain in the Order´s arse (Dharma´s). Throughout the centuries
he´s somehow been able to increase the altercation amongst the Earthlings.
He´s been given more opportunities to improve his karma, than anybody else.
Now the High-Committee has at long last been able to improve this soul which
has had the worst influence in History. Now three deceased souls Delano,
Catherine and Adolf are standing close by Loki Fafnis, where he´s trying his
best to enchant this blond woman out of her shoes, but not literally as yet,
and they´re doing their best making a contact with him, each using their own
method; touching or yelling. But hopelessly, because Loki turns out to be
so terribly earthbound and closed up that he´s not even able to sense
tickling from the deceased dimension.

His ravishment doesn´t deminish, when she´s risen, elegant looking in her
long tight skirt, where darkgreen and yellow flowers are spread over black
ground, and a white long-sleeve blouse.
-Hi, I´m Loki Fafnis!
-Hi, I´m Sara Finns!
When they´re on the stamp-dancingfloor, close to the panelled wall and bar
Loki reaches out for her waist with his right hand, remembering not to hold
too strongly (women had often asked him to relax his grip), but his
lefthand-fingers disposed between hers. He advances cautiosly not wanting
to come too close to her at first (often he had had complaints because of
his agressiveness; his agressiveness with girls he wasn´t well acquainted
with could be utterly intolerable, so much even that he had been looked at
quite suspiciously, often by women whom he hadn´t even met; as they say
rumour travels around the world before the truth has got its boots on) and
together they dance: First a fast one and then a slower one which could
almost be called a cheek-dance, giving him enough courage to put his right
cheek to hers; he lays his hands on her hips, but she keeps her hands on his
shoulders.

At this moment something extraordinary is happening in the dimension of the
deceased, the three old souls are behaving very foolishly ; quarelling, a
behaviour that would certainly surprise onlookers, because of the normal
peace and tranquility in this part of the Universe, but it´s easily
explicable: Because of some superior misunderstanding three former leaders
in Earthlife had been chosen to tackle with some minor problem, which each
of them would and could have dealt with themselves. The co-operation was
working OK while there were only two wheels under their wagon, but the third
one always likes its own ways.

As yet he doesn´t want her to sense the influence her closeness has on him
down yonder. The next song has a Salsa-rhythm to it and exerts their
footknack heavily, but they dance like they´d been together for years; the
co-ordination of their feet is just out of this world. But at the end of
the song she surprises Loki explicitly by thanking him for the dances.
When she drops her hold on him obviously aiming to return to her seat, Loki
responds quickly by locking his arms on the panel behind her back.
-No don´t go as yet, Sara dear! A strange feeling is telling me that we
should stay together and I reckon it would be awful if we lost this
opportunity of trying it out, my dear. Let´s dance a little longer while
discovering in our chat whether there´s something to take notice of in this
strong feeling of mi...
-Well then, because you´re so eager to, she interupts his babble, before
his request gets a nagging tone to it, but wouldn´t you rather be with a
younger woman, than me...
-How much older could you be? You just can´t be much older than I; a 55
model.
-Hey buddy, I´m born in ´48, she informs him, preparing for her departure
in the wake, but the only influence on him is that his grip gets stronger on
the panel-wall.

-I just can´t understand why in heaven´s name we should separate this
beautiful couple, Catherine "the great" says to herself forgetting, the fact
that all the deceased souls are able to read everybody´s thoughts by the
simple reason that the vocal cords aren´t renewed beyond. Their
age-difference isn´t anything to make a fuzz about. I didn´t have any
problem having many younger lovers.
-No you don´t comprehend and neither do we. Or do we Adolf, the late
president of the United States asks his late main enemy.
-No, but when the Co-Ordination Committee ordered me to help you out, and I
inquired for the reason I was told that this Loki had something enormously
important instored for him in the big Dharma-order. No-one was able to tell
me what it is, but nevertheless he´s often been saved from dying because of
it, Adolf concludes his case, with a high-pitched determinated thinking.
-I don´t mind, for I only work here, goes through Catherine´s mind in a
determined mezzo.
-But surely he must be some terribly important bloke, this Loki, Delano
affirms abscent-minded with a hand under a cheek, because the Committee
bleeds three of us guiding-souls on him, but just a single needlewoman on
this admirably beautiful woman he´s shaking with...,
It´s my perception that He´s coming down from the Seventh Heaven with a
message concerning Loki´s future-role, Adolf puts into the conversation.

-So, so, easy does it. The age is relative and doesn´t matter most; just
look at how well we dance together. I have but never experienced such
dancing before. Besides I find you so awfully beautiful.
-No, you don´t mean that! I´m surely just an ordinaire.
-No, surely not Sara dear, my darling lovebird, Loki protests strongly and
then carries on hoping endlessly that he could alter her decision.
-Well then, a couple of dances, this godlike creature offers him with the
loveliest sopranic voice the lovesick man had ever heard, and so in each
others arms they fall, even so close this time that to her sheer pleasure
and gratification she´s able to sense how much this 45 year old man desires
her an adult woman who´s almost three years into her fifties.
People dance to either lively songs or slower ones the next half hour,
until the group takes a contractual-break or pause from its playing.
During the break music from cd´s can be heard, but nevertheless every
dancing pair disappears from the floor not wanting to dance to cd´s,
eventhough it´s the original music from many world famous artists, some that
had even been imitated live minutes before. Every pair, but the one that
had just come acquainted with one another, not expecting how close their
friendship will become in the coming months and how sadly it and their lives
will become when it suddenly ends. Just as they were a sandwich they hover
close together with songs from the stereo in their ears, without bothering
any which might be the appropriate dance to each song. They might as well
be living in another world, in which nothing could influence their
intimitade chat. In their case one´s able to witness how an ordinary
rapture becomes a continually growing infatuation, just as so often happens
when two people come together.
-Somehow I´ve got the feeling that I´ve seen you somewhere before Sara, how
is that possible, Loki inquires into her right ear with a soft voice.
-I don´t understand how that´s possible, she informs him in a similar soft
voice. Where have you been living, Loki dear. I myself have been living
allover.
-I´ve been living in the Sudurnes (south-peninsula), Reykjavik (smokebay)in
my college-years and in the south-east of our lovely country, but again here
in the city for the last two years. Are you perhabs a gratuade of the
junior college at Laugarvatn (Lake hotspring), he asks her hoping to
understand this strange feeling of having seen her before.
-Ay, I used to be there in the late sixties, but you studied there early in
the seventies, didn´t you, she says feeling certain that he´s babbling.
-Yes now I recall. Allthough it may seem incredible I recollect dimly that
sometime I stopped in the school´s corridor in front of class-photos and
became enchanted by one tiny photo of a blonde with hair down to her
shoulders, just typical to yours right now, but her top wasn´t cut like
yours. I´m pretty sure that you were the model, he announces pretty pleased
with himself. I remember that I used to be so enchanted by the photo of
this girl that many a times I stopped to stare at this special black and
white photo. Am I right or am I right?
-It´s true, as I recall that I used to have such a hair-cut back in
junior-college, but nevertheless I do find your story too incredible for
believing its reliability, she informs him suspiciously, perhabs because
that in her lifetime she´s witnessed various attempts of men trying to
enchant her.
-Sara, I´m telling you the truth. I could never lie to you. Why should I
be doing that at the same time I´m doing my best to win your love and trust.
-My love and trust, you´re really in a real hurry aren´t you? Do you
realize that we met only forty minutes ago and you really don´t know
anything about me, dear Loki.
-So rashful I just happen to be, dear Sara. Some people like perhabs the
doctors that have been rating my disability are telling me the reason for it
is a head-blow I once had in a serious accident. If my memory serves me
right I think I´ve always been like this, the only difference is that by the
blow I´ve lost my shyness, making me do instantaneously things I only
thought about before. For instance I´ve never ever been able to witness
people suffering, without trying to do something to deminish it.
-Are you a cripple, Loki. It´s difficult to imagine that by your
appearance, she asks with a voice of disbelief. I used to think that
cripples travelled in wheel-chairs, on crutches or what ever.
-I also used to believe that, until the day I had to undergo a valuation of
my disability, because all my attempts to get an appropriate job were in
vain. -And where do your abilities lie, Loki.
-Well I´m an educated teacher for instance, he informs her, but can´t get a
job as such.
-I´m also a teacher, but I must tell you that the job isn´t very desirable
considering the salary and the suspence you have to deal with when you´re
trying your best keeping good discipline in crowded classes.... At this
moment in their chat the duo has started playing again, crowding the
dance-floor immediately with dance-happy people, making them have to stop
talking for the moment. And again they look like they´re glued together
enjoying the closeness of each other as well as can be expected.
When the moment comes when Loki believes it´s time for the first kiss and
tries to lock their mouths together, she stops him in the process, telling
him determinately, that she´d like to do her kissing in private.
-Well then, Loki mumbles rather crossly.
And on they dance in each other´s arms like a sandwich until the ball comes
to an end at three o´clock. Loki takes his wornout grey-checkered jacket
which his relative, an owner of the Persona-store in Keflavik gave him, from
a hook on one of the posts that keep up the panel that distinguishes the
dancefloor from the passage along the mainbar, and then he follows the woman
he´s enchanted by at this moment. When his eyes follow Sara´s sexy pace in
her long skirt he´s hoping that maybe, perhabs and perchance she´ll like to
share a bed with him tonight. It´s only a question of how to mention it
gingerly, without offending her in any way and perhabs making her reject him
in the process. She surprises him greatly, while he´s speculating his
chances of making it out with the woman who´s enchanted him more than anyone
ever has hereto, when she stops in the door and tells him in a bald way,
that she isn´t used to sleeping with guys, who she doesn´t really know
anything about and recommends, that they´d sit a while in the frontseats of
her car chatting about whether and when they´d meet again. Loki finds this
advice splendid and decides to accompany her into her orange-colored car, a
bladder-Skoda model ´73, which happens to be parked next to his own
blue-colored Trabant-station ´79, which is a somewhat smaller car. When
they´re sitting in her car she reaches out and takes a strong hold on his
left hand and with tender eyes she looks into his loving eyes.
-Thank you kindly for this wonderful experience the dancing was for me. I
can truthfully state that no man has ever made me feel so good while
dancing, like you did my love. Usually the men are so busy showing their
speed and their cleverness, that I´ve scarcely been able to breath between
dances. On the other hand I felt like I was hovering between the skies with
you; no hurry. Just the way I want it to be.
When she presses a kiss on him with her damp, a little bit aparted lips, he
tries his best showing her what she has been missing before on the
dancefloor. He´s really on homeground when it comes to such caressing, and
women he´s been with have often commended on his kissing. They carry on
with their french kissing for a long while, eagerly using lips, teeth and
tongues.
-Wow, what a kiss, she moans when she takes a breathing-pause. I´m really
glad that you´ve noticed me tonight. You´re a great dancer, your kissing´s
devine. Are you as great in other circles, she asks, while fondling softly
his sex organs in the dusk. The only light coming from lamp-posts ca. 20 m.
behind the running car and the dashboard´s, thus allowing him to see faintly
Sara´s tiny hand where she´s fondling with the swelling in his pants.
-I don´t really know what to say in those matters, Loki replies being
modest as always. He wouldn´t want to make any promises that he couldn´t
keep, because his sexlife until then wasn´t really to brag about. Because
of his "wishing-list" of course.
They exchange their phone-numbers between caresses, determined to meet
again before too long a time. At half five they apart their lips and he
closes the door at the same time she backs out of the parking spot and
drives away. He follows her red lights up by the Kringla-mall and out on
the Miklabraut. When they stop by traffic-lights he´s not able to hold back
the urge to blick his lights and send her a low beep. She raises her hand
with a little wink, just enough to let him know that she´s aware of him
behind her, but is nevertheless a little bit unsure about this man she´s
happened to come somewhat acquainted with on this thirteenth day of
Christmas. She´d never before met so rashful a man, eventhough he looked
sober, except for his peculiar voice. To begin with she was sure that he
was well drunk, but when there wasn´t any smell of alcohol from him, she
believed he must be a foreigner or had lived abroad for a long period.
Neither happened to be the case that explained the rashful behaviour of this
extremely handsome man, but was probably because of his disability which had
marked his life so very much, since he had had a collossal blow on his
head. Normally his disability isn´t visible, but sometimes he says
something inappropriate enough to shock people, making him look suspicious,
thus making it difficult for him to get a steady job or good relationships
with other people.
But so what, she´s thinking while she drives fast past the driveway to the
right toward the Saebraut, to which he turns his tiny Trabant giving her an
appropriate farewell-beep (men in love are a peculiar tribe that wants the
whole world to know about it) I felt wonderful with him. She had decided to
go out dancing this particular Saturday-night, when she had been left alone
at home, both her offspring had gone out with their friends. When she was
getting bored watching a dull movie in her 20 " TV sitting alone in her
black corner-leathersofa. The minute she began nodding her eyes in boredom
she pinched her arm and took a decision that would influence her life
greatly.
In seconds she had removed her comfortable black trousers which had over
the years often been stitched in the crotch. One of Sara´s best qualities
is how thrifty and economical she happens to be, but the real reason for her
thriftyness is how terribly she hates going to clothstores to look up and
try new clothes.
She takes a look at herself in the large mirror over the white basin built
into the blue plate on top of the white cupboard in the large bathroom which
has white tiles on the walls and darkblue on the floor, looking very grand
and elegant in the three year old building, except for two tiles on the bath
itself that had split shortly after they´d been cemented on the wall.
Another fault is an obstinate leak by the partition which is supposed to
prevent flooding, whenever the shower´s used. She had received some
compensations from the contractor, but hadn´t yet had it repaired. Each
time the shower´s been used, the user has to dry up a tiny lake on the
floor.
Sitting in her car, minutes later she speculated for a while which place to
choose, for there wasn´t anything going on in Glæsibae, where she´d often
been nimbly swung on the dance-floor. The men´s most shortcoming is that
they tend to be super-active and unromantic, but she suffered them to do
that, eventhough she happened to be too-swung and
tired when she returned to her cold bed. The reason for her tolerating such
dancing being that she recognized many people on this old and famous place
and that she disliked it very much being alone some place else amongst drunk
men with foul breath, whose main purpose was to remove her knickers. Now
she had to choose between the Gullold in Grafarvogur and the Kringlukra,
where she expected to recognize a few faces, incl. Kalli the "dance-nimble".
She paid the high fee, without blinking an eye, handed her black jacket to
the tall loose-joint lad in the cloakroom, receiving a number, before she
walked briskly through the double-door. She didn´t find the dreamy
male-eyes staring at her uncomfortable at all, where she hovered onward in
her tight long skirt, which brought out her wide hips
and slender waist. Sara´s an exceptionally elegant woman, who like her
female companions has various wrong conceptions about imaginary faults, a
sorry fact that deminishes the self-confidence, which is so necessary for
everybody and enables them to enjoy life resultfully.

-I for one have a hard time understanding why we´re supposed to keep them
apart, Catherine repeats in an emotional thought. Compared to how well they
seem to fit together and being such an extraordinary good looking couple.
-The only knowledge I was given, Adolf "the completely changed" thinks, is
that she will betray him because of something or someone that has more value
for her than anything else.
-Well then it must be a bloody important thing,
Delano adds to his thinking, but he himself is really a different and better
soul. who really knows what really matters in life, after he was able to
stand up from his damned wheel-chair.

Back in his comfy 160 cm wide bed he bought for a mere 30,000 Icelandic
kroners in IKEA the morning after he moved out from his large beautiful
house, where he´d lived for nine years with his ex and three sons, he was
unable to get her out of his mind, this woman who seemed to have every
quality of his dreamgirl, except for the sorry fact that she smoked three or
four nails a day. When it´s almost noon and he feels that he won´t be able
to get any longer sleep this time, he decides to stand up and jog into the
kitchen intentionally to put something into his aching stomach, before he
runs outside to the Samkaup-store for the Sunday-paper just like he allways
does this time every week. All the time he tries his best to think about
what he´s trying to read in the massive paper he´s troubled by the desire to
telephone her, just for the reason of listening to her sexy soprano-voice.
But for some inexplicable reason he´s able to hold down his desires.
About two o´clock when he´s about finished paging the paper he stands up,
takes a shower and puts on his black suit with the light streakes his
parents had given him on his fortieth birthday just over five years ago. He
remembers well the day his father had come for a visit one afternoon early
in June and taken him on a trip to Reykjavik, intentionally to look at a new
suit. His dad was able to locate a parking-place infront of the cloth-store
of Gudlaugur Eyjolfsson, where "every adult men supposedly buy their
clothes" on the Laugavegur and there Loki happened to find this before
mentioned suit for only twenty thousand kroners and had since only used them
about two times per year. Loki finds it a little difficult to button his
trousers and realizes that he must soon lose some weight or else...
When he all dressed up in a light-grey shirt, having put on his blueish
decorative tie, in black wornout but shiny best-shoes sitting in his blue
car which´s wearing its hard-corn allyear tires ready for winterdriving,
takes a quick look at the heavy sky which indicates a probable snowfall on
his way south by the coast, being rashful as usual he decides to leave his
warm winterclothes behind, because nothing could happen on his 50 km.
journey to Keflavik, where he´s going to attend the annual relativemeeting.
This meeting of the offsprings of his grandparents on his father´s side, who
were blessed with ten children has taken place on the first Sunday every
year for many years in some big hall in Keflavik, where relatives of all
ages eat delicious cakes and drink hot chocolate, coffee or soda pop. When
everybody´s full, they play bingo, chat and renew their relationship. His
mum who herself comes from an ancestry that regularly comes together
somewhere up in the country, had her big part in starting these customary
meetings. When he´s reached Kuagerdi (cowfence), about halfway, he
becomes a little nervous, because of a sudden tempest with heavy snowing,
that nearly blinds his sight.
When he arrives at the meeting-house, owned by the society of disabled
people in the area, a white timber house which used to house the offices of
a company that went bankrupt, he´s happy to hear the merry laughing of his
parents´ siblings who usually let themselves completely go when they get
such special opportunities. There are few news to be heard; no-one´s died
and only a single birth has taken place. Loki´s brother, an exceptionally
imaginative fellow, who´s a perfectionist in everything he does, had the
previous months been busy in genealogy; locating the ancestors of his
grandparents and their offsprings. For the purpose of making it possible
for his relatives to see the results of his research he brought along his
computer and a disk. Everybody was able to see in a non-stop screening
their written and pictorial pedigree.
As soon as Loki has returned to his home in Vesturberg he checks out on the
telephone, whether Sara´s made a phonecall in his absence. When he´s not
able to see her number on the screen he speculates whether he should wait
much longer for her calling, or make that first call himself. Wise mens´
good advices go through his mind telling him that men should always restrain
themselves in relationships. They should always let the women have the
initiative. It happens to be a golden rule in the relationship of the
sexes, which altering might have grave consiquences. Loki doesn´t let any
advices change what he´s already decided, picks up the phone and dials
56....., and it rings.
It rings and it rings and by the seventh ring he´s able to hear a low
soprano-hello.
-Hello, Sara, thank you for the last time.
-Who is this?
Has she forgotten me already goes through his mind.

-Have you forgotten, dear Sara, how good we were together on the Kringlu kra
last night?
-No of course not, dear Loki. It´s just that this´s such an unexpected
phone-call. I believed we had decided that I was supposed to phone you . I
was actually going to do that later tonight.
-I just couldn´t wait any longer, my dear.
I took part in a relatives-reunion today, but you were constantly on my mind.
-I´ve also been thinking a little about you.
-Shall we perhabs come together tonight?
-Yes OK, I´ll visit you. Where
in Breidholt (golan-broadhill) do you live?
Loki gives her the adequate informations and begins adjustments he believes
necessary for the royal visit. Luckily he had in his marriage-years
learned how to keep his living quarters clean by dust wiping, vacuuming and
washing floors, but primarily the toilet, because when they´re all covered
with breakmarks and urinespots they´re quite disgusting. When he´s done his
short overlook he decides to put on his light jeans and the blue shirt, for
he surely doesn´t want the girl he´s trying to charm further to see how he
dresses ordinarily at home; green shorts and an old t-shirt. When he´s
ready he sits down infront of the TV and watches with half a mind,
speculating simultaneously how to restrict himself in her presence, thus
preventing her disinclineness towards him on their first date. Not many
could believe how shy he becomes when alone with a woman, compared to how
rashful he normally seems to be.
-I will compose my passions, he decides determingly, so I won´t do anything
imprudent, because I really want Sara to become mine.
He recalls to mind every mistake he´s been guilty of in his many
opportunities to find himself a girlfriend the months he´d been on the
market.

"In the respected and practical magazine "Besefinn" (the king) there´s an
article about erection-problems which bother every men sometime in their
lives. They aren´t allways in their best condition, but men´s shyness
towards women is also a great factor.
The best advice for men who want to get it up to its highest must be
relaxation that is to break the stress that undeniably follows men who do
want to charm their potential lovers; keep in mind that there´s no hurry and
that women prefer warmth and soft strokes, rather than some kind of marathon
performed in frigidity. For the purpose of getting rid of the freight and
stress that follow e.g. the first sexual intercourse, and this goes for both
sexes, because the girls are just as insecure and shy, one must remember to take it
easy. The couple could begin their lovemaking by lying side by side,
holding hands for a while, and then one could discover what the other finds
enjoyable with the hands, tounge or whatever. It´s enjoyable to massage
one another with appropriate oils or balm. What´s most important in the
sexes´ relations must be delicacy, affection and closeness. But not the
least it´s trust. And then one must not forget the procedure of porno-actors who
never seem to have any problem with their erection which isn´t correct in
any way, because they do have to keep it up by stroking up and down the
king."

This Sunday-evening there´s nothing special in the Public-TV, so he watches
an American newsprogram on Screen-One, which he´d watch with an open mind on
another night, but understandably not this time. When the clock´s on the
tenth hour he starts feeling desperate, an aftermath of his disability.
The door-phone rings at 21,16, making him rush up from his glaring sofa-bed
which ornaments the yellow-painted livingroom.
-Hallo, he moans into the phone a little desperately.
-Hallo, replies the low-tempered sopranic voice of the woman he´s so fond
of. Won´t you let me in?
-Be my guest, honey dear, he says at the same time he pushes tightly on the
knob, marked with a key, on the right side of the white interior-phone.
Before he opens the door out to the corridor he once again takes a nervous
look over his three-room appartment and still he sees that nothing had
changed since last time. He unlocks the door and walks briskly wearing
slippers towards the elevator, where he´s going to wellcome the girl who´ll
hopefully have the positive influence on his life, that will enable him
quitting his wearying search for a friend and companion who could co-devide
with him the good and bad times.
For awhile he stands ramrod-straight infront of the lift-door and waits
impatiently, until he hears the soprano from behind: -How do you do Loki!
And they embrace each other on the platform right between the stairs and the
elevator.
-Why didn´t you use the lift?
-I just didn´t find it necessary! she replies just before their mouths lock
themselves in a passionate kiss.
-Humour me by entering my meagre lodgings, invites the host, before he
tames his guest over the threshold.

-It´s adorable how clean and neat your flat looks, eventhough there´s an
old, blue, worn-out and close-cut glued rug on the living-room floor, and an
old grey and worn-out linoleum in the bedrooms and kitchen, the walls being
yellowish and the ceilings white she says when he´d tamed her around the 75
square-meter area. I noticed especially how clean your toilet is; marine
tiles on the floor and bath, but white rosary ones on the walls. I´ll admit
that here and now, that men who keep their toilet clean are favoured more by
us women.
-Thank you dear Sara, I must agree with you totally.
They sit down side by side in the blue-yellow glaring sofa-bed holding
hands.
-And what shall we do of ourselves the rest of the evening, he asks the
lady who looks into his green with her shining blue eyes. Perhabs watch the
telly, or dance?
-What´s worth while in the TV tonight, she inquires from where she´s
cuddling close to the newest toy in her life, I haven´t been able to watch
the telly for a long time, because I always tend to fall asleep as soon as
I´m alone infront of the screen. You probably aren´t able to imagine how
lonely it is for an adult living alone with teenagers. I have an eighteen
year old daughter and a twenty-one year old son who either hang-out in their
bedrooms with their friends or outside.
-I know how it is, dear Sara. Living with me is a twenty year old son in
junior-college, who´s either in school or by his computer, he agrees with her before he
kisses her passionately using his lips, teeth and tongue, and then he
nibbles softly down by her neck and up to her right ear, I´m very happy
about the fact you´re not wearing any rings, he moans with his mouth full of
her sweet flesh, encircling an ear-lope with his lips. For a few minutes
he either sucks or nibbles this oversensitive body-part, which necessary
role might be no-one has any idea, other than just for ornament and
pleasure.
-Ooooh, how tender you are, my love, moans the lady who believes she´s in
Heaven.
A loud walking about can suddenly be heard from the entrance resembling a
herd of elephants, when someone enters, throwing down his baggage.
-My son´s returned, Loki says in a low tone and stands up to greet him. Pardon
me a moment, while I´ll introduce you. Jatvardur (Edward), he calls up. Show your
face a moment!
Jatvardur arrives in seconds and greets the both of them.
-Hi! Jatvardur, putting out his right, just like any well-fostered
offspring should.
-How do you do, Jatvardur! Sara, she greets him in a friendly voice, a
little irritated, but is able to hide her true mind quite well, but is
thinking: I thought we would be alone, free of kids.
-I´ll be working my computer, if you´ll need me in any way, says this
handsome blond and athletic lad who´s bright enough to see where there´s not
any need for the third man in a party, which he now leaves walking briskly
towards his small bedroom, where wires and tools easily indicate, that he´s
aiming for an electrician in his studies. A grin can be seen on his face
the moment he closes the door behind him, obviously delighted because the
old man has a girlfriend after a long quest. He just as others in his
family has been worried about his dad who has for over three years been on a
desperate quest, looking for the one and only, until now. Has he reached
the period in his search?
-There´s no need to worry, honey, because I can assure you that we won´t be
aware of his presence in the premises tonight, Loki tells her with a
convincing voice having seen the sky of disappointment hovering in her
lovely face.
-But my experience tells me that you aren´t able to enjoy cozy sex whilst
children are at home, unintentionally giving up the real reason for her
visit.
When he hears what seems to lie behind Sara´s visit he decides to watch his
steps more than ever before when he´s been with a woman. By doing
something illogical like so often before he might make her estranged to him,
like every potential "girlfriend" to this day. The nervousness that bothers
so many men, because of the call on them, that they must be like
professionals in bed, even though it may be their first intercourse, is
often the reason for their hideous failure. Loki calculates his next step,
thus having her satisfied when he´ll bid her farewell later tonight, without
having had a regular intercourse, where his king visits her queenie. And
the bulb lights up in his head.
-Wish to see my bedroom, liebling, he asks her with a soft voice, stands
up and drags her along with him, without even waiting for a reply. Sara
follows him having a smile on her face, obviously begun anticipating with
pleasure what ´s waiting for her, primarily for the fact she hadn´t had
good sex for months if not years (but how´s this writer to know the better
about women´s statements. He´s only human). She has a positive feeling
about this stud of a man who seems to be so unusually sure of himself.
Since her school-years she had come acquainted with a number of men who
would have done anything to have sex with her, but the one thing most of
them had had in common was how excited and insensitive they´d been. They´d
raged on her just like they were participating in a competition. This lover
seemed likely to be more tranquil, than anyone of her former ones. On
their way he puts up the volume in the telly, where the weekend´s sport is
on the screen.
When he´s closed the white-painted bedroom-door Loki embraces Sara and
covers her face with tender kisses; her eyes, forehead, nose, chin and her
cheek, until they unite in a passionate deep kiss, where there´s nibbling,
sucking and tender tongue-playing between the lips. In the middle of their
bill & coo they start taking off each other´s clothes, before long making
them stand stricked naked in their cuddling on the floor right between the
bed and the cupboard, just in a faint gleam of light from one of the
night-lamps, which he´d screwed on the wall above the pillows and was turned
toward the ceiling. Loki picks up the feather-filled blanket (covered with
white and clean bed-clothes) and they lie down facing one another on the
pink frotté-bed-sheet, under the light and warm blanket with their heads on
the pillow. In order not to get pins and needles in his left arm, which´s
stuck under her left shoulder he budges it under her until it´s located
under her neck, and she does the same with her right arm. For a while they
hold this sandwich-posture from their toes (playing together non-stop) all
the way to their lips, where their lustful tongue-playing is still on.
When he tries to part their lips she moans with a lustful tone:
-Ooooh, don´t stop Loki. This is so niiiice!
-Please control yourself Sara dear, because now I´m going to give you
something no woman has received from me before.
-Oh, what could that be, my love, inquires the slender naked woman who´s
lying on her right side with an expectant smile on her relatively thin, but
lustful lips.
-Please lie on your stomach, my dear and close your lovely eyes.
-Oh no, she moans beggingly. It´s not easy for me to lie on my stomach
because of my aching back.
-I´ll do something about that, and he puts a pillow under her stomach.
How´s that?
-That´s much better. Thank you dear.
Loki reaches out for a yellow bottle with a green sprayer standing up on a
book-shelf above the pillows. By some preternatural impulse he´d bought
this ointment for women on a bankruptsy auction several months ago. Since
then he´d been expecting an opportunity to give some woman a sensitive
massage. His only practise in massaging had been when his sons had asked
him for a pinch-massage, back when he´d been trying to put them to sleep, of
happy memory, but now he was at long last going to utilize knowledge he´d
received either from books or television.
The naked masseur places himself astraddle, but not with whole his weight,
where the soft untanned backside connects with the perfect thighs, in such a
way that his king lies half-limp between the cheeks. He gives a little
squeeze, on both sides of the spinal column which lies from the back of the
brain to the rumpbone, before he starts the massaging. He disperses the
balm well over the body-part, where he´s supposing to begin the
massaging-treatment. He then practices a tight massage either by using his
flat palm or the provoking pinch- rubbing in a slow motion, for he´s in no
hurry.
While he attends to her back with diligence she lies with her head turned
to her right side, eyes closed and a bliss on her pretty face, which is half
down in the pillow, and off and on, but quite continuously she gives out
frigid- and satisfaction-moans.
-Ooooh, how good it is! You´re just like a trained masseur. Where did you
learn this anyway?
-Hold your horces dear Sara, stop talking and enjoy.
When the ointment hast absorbed into the skin in the first round Loki moves
himself down to her knee-hams, squeezes a good gush on the small of her back
receiving a low protest from the woman: -Ooooh how cold it is!
In this way he manages to massage the whole backside of her body. He gives
her ass a special treatment, just as her inner and outer thighs, remembering
not to ouze out any into her open queenie, and finishes on her feet; soles,
heels, toes and between them.
-Well Sara. Now it´s your front, dear, turn left!
-Are you going to do more? You´re absolutely fantastic, unlike anybody,
she mumbles at the moment she tumbles on her back, filled with
anticipation.
And he moves down, where he places himself astride over the frontside of
her lovely thighs. When the small and firm breasts turn to him looking so
incredibly alluring, as does the dark well groomed hair-bush hiding what so
many men dream about enjoying, his little friend swells up to unknown
dimensions, embarrassing him awfully. No my friend! No goodies for you
tonight. There´s a right time for everything, he thinks scoldingly toward
his friend, before he strikes it with a fillet, just enough to minimize its
fervor a little, enabling to start his sensual massage on the front side of
her shoulders and arms, chest and breasts. He disperses the ointment well
with his palms, before he gives one part of skin after another light pinches
using fingers and the hands´ edges, between him giving her a tight
wholehand-massage. He takes a breast into each hand and strokes up until
his fingertips touch her darkbrown and firm nibbles, which he presses a
little, before they return to the roots. For a few times he repeats his
game having her delicious moaning in his ears. And this way the process
carries on downwards; stomach, around genitals, thighs and down both legs,
but at the end of the massage he lies down on his back beside her under the
snowwhite sheet. For a while they lie hand in hand enjoying this wonderful
moment with their eyes shut.
-Don´t you want a massage yourself, she asks him in a low soprano-voice.
-If you have a mind to, he replies in a similarly low, but a drawling
tenor.
-I won´t be able to give you as good a massage, but you´ll just have put
the will for the deed, she excuses herself, when she starts massaging his
shoulder-blades.
-Yoy don´t have to excuse a thing, for I really do find your massaging
quite outstanding, he moans while having his mouth half down in the
mattress.
Ten minutes later, when he´s turned on his back and she´s holding his
balls, Loki closes his eyes and gives out a long delightful moaning, as she
runs her balm-soaking hands slowly up his king again and again, making it
swollen more and more, until it reaches its highlight, and...
She bids him good night elevendish, when she hushes back home for her
necessary good night´s sleep, because she has to go early to work in the
morning.
-Thank you very much for a marvellous and relaxed evening, she whispers in
his ear, while they´re caressing in the doorway. Can I return tomorrow
evening?
-My home´s your home, my love.

They repeat their love-making the coming four evenings, but use their
tongues more and more for arousing each other´s desires in various spots.
Never the less they don´t go all the way in their fusion, for they are going
to keep that for the week-end.

The Friday, the first day of the week-end they have been waiting for with
so great an expectation comes with a big bang, a little tempest that goes
down by noon, when the wind goes down and the sun breaks through the heavy
skies. The weather becomes as good as in a typical Icelandic spring, dead
calm, sunny and warm. This break in the weather comes at the best time for
these new lovers, who´d decided to start their first week-end together by
walking the Laugavegur early evening.
At seven o´clock he arrives at her block wearing new black khaki-jeans with
outside pockets on the thighs, a yellow short-sleeved shirt, a green
zipper-jumper and a black leather-like jacket, and lets her know with a
polite beep. The door opens when he´s beeped three times, and she appears
in all her glory, wearing a violet leather waist-jacket owned by her
eighteen year old daughter (they happen to wear each other´s clothes), white
khakies, a white shirt and a red jumper.
-Hi my love, kisses him lightly, been waiting a long time?
-No, not so, he replies pressing her hand lovingly. The car-clock is 7,30.
-I had to feed my kids and make myself ready, she excuses herself again and
gives him another kiss.
-Baaa.., aren´t they self-supporting in the kitchen?
-No gosh no. They have never had to, because if I or somebody else wasn´t
there, they got money for ready meals. The reason I´m so late is that I
had to go to the store, because the cooler was empty. Just to be on the
safe side I left them enough money, enabling us to play around the whole
week-end,
and she gives her special trilling laughter.
-Do you really think you can leave them alone home, he asks her worringly.
-Yes I suppose they´re OK, about twenty years old and should know their
prayers by now after all the times I´ve been reading them by their side.
-What´s that, do they still pray to God, almost grown up, he asks
surprisingly, perhabs for the reason he himself hadn´t prayed to his Lord,
since he was seven and had started to lose his religion, until he became an
atheist.
-It´s just an old custom we haven´t seen a reason to lay down. Those
moments are practically the only ones we spend in each other´s company.
These young folks don´t seem to have any time for their parents any more.
-So many countries, so many customs, he says in a low reproofing tone.
-Well, shouldn´t we be getting along, for I for one am awfully hungry, she
says and pinches him lightly on his thick (muscular the doctor said by the
way) thigh.
They leave the car parked by the Church of Hallgrimur, walk down to Hlemmur
(bus terminal) from where they follow the Laugavegur (usually very
frequented, but now almost empty of people), look into shop-windows, stop at
a restaurant where they eat chinese and finish their circle walking the
street of Skolavarda on the way up the hill to the statue of Lucky Leif
Ericson infront of the church, where the car´s still waiting tolerantly for
the lovers.
Inside the seven storey block they don´t bother waiting for the elevator
coming down from the top-floor, but decide to walk the stairs hand in hand.
Their anticipation is quite intolerable and therefore they stop in every
third step for kissing. They look exactly like teenagers who have
discovered pubby love. When they´ve reached the second floor they can´t
stand the temptation any longer, embrace and kiss one another with a lot of
eagerness the last few meters towards the door which he opens up for them.
As soon as they´ve entered his apartment they start ripping off each other´s
clothes, so eagerly even that they´re absolutely naked when they´ve reached
under the sheet in a few seconds time. For the first heavenly while they
fondle and kiss one another, just enjoy the naked closeness, until Sara
stops and says apologetically: -I don´t wet myself adequatly. Give me a
moment, she conjures, before leaving the bedroom. Loki follows with
lustful eyes this beautiful lady, who´s well into her sixties, but has the
figure of a lot younger woman; a slim waist and broad hips with tiny bags in
the sides, just a little something to hold on to. When she returns with a
small tube in her hand, she looks so sexy, that he can´t help but licking
his lips because of the anticipation and suspence.
When she´s sat down on the side of the bed with her thighs apart she says:
-I suspected this might happen, both because of my age and very little
sexlife. To tell you the truth I have hardly been with a man in four
years.
-What´s that you´ve got, darling, he asks her having placed his head
between her left thigh and elbow.
-This is just a slippery-ointment for women, who don´t moist themselves
enough, she informs him just when begins smearing the ointment on her
queenie quite liberally. And I´ll put some on your tool, just to make the
entry a bit easier.
-And I was looking forward to eating your queenie, but your treatment has
made it undesirable to say the least, he says quite disappointingly.
- Let´s hope you´ll get another chance, Loki dear, she encourages him, but
I´ve become so incredibly horny, that I´m unable to wait any longer for your
insertion, she carries on, before she lies down on her back with outstreched
legs and draws him towards her. Let´s begin with a traditional
missionary-position, maybe because it´s the simplest one.
-You won´t have to wait for me, he laughs out, just as he reaches down for
his king, runs his hand to and fro for a while, for the reason to enlargen
his hard on a little, just like he´s seen the studs do in the darkblue films
and then he points it at her queenie, which is covered in the
slippery-ointment, but he isn´t able to, however he tries. It´s just too
swollen to make the insertion possible into this abyss of love and pleasure.
-I find this incredible, because this has never happened to me before,
eventhough I´ve been with a number of men in my lifetime, she says with real
disappointment in her voice. Could it be that I´d become much too expentant
to be able to relax appropriately.
-I wouldn´t know. Perhabs the same goes for you ladies, as us men, that
our nerves control it, how easily we can get a hard on, he asks her with a
wise gesture.
-Yes, I do think it´s fairly possible.
-What do you recommend we do, my dear?
-I suppose it´s best to lie down side by side and wait as long as it takes
for me to become relaxed, she says to her lover, reaches out for his neck
and drags him to herself.
-Do you want me to give you a relaxing massage, he offers and breaks lose,
not even waiting for her answer. He reaches out for the yellow
plastic-bottle and immediately begins the treatment by turning her over on
the stomach and putting the pillow under it.
-You´re so incredibly nice to me, my love. No-one´s even bothered to do
what you´ve been doing for me in our short relationship. Despite the fact
that I´ve been going steady or in marriage most of my adult-years, she tells
him with her eyes closed.
-That´s just the way I am. I really enjoy it, when I can make people feel
better, you in this case, he tells he right when he´s positioned himself
atride beneath her backside, but rather than leaving his limp king on her
soft arse he packs his little friend in between her thighs. He disperses
some balm on her shoulderblades, before he begins his sensual massage with
slow movements.
-What a dream you are and if I won´t be able to relax now I never will, she
mumbles with a dreamy voice.
In a short while his touching her naked back has the influence on his king
that it swells up, while Sara is able to relax, thus enabling them to unite,
when his over-sized king enters her wet queenie. It directly knocks its
head against the abdomen-wall making the woman give out a loud moan showing
her real well being. He repeats his act a few times having the coincidences
that she gives out a genuine aphrodisia moan each time, until she finally
gives out a happy moaning, which meaning won´t easily be misunderstood.
-That was absolutely incredible, giving me the best orgasm I´ve ever had,
she authenticates passionately. But you aren´t getting any, my love?
-No, I just can´t understand why not, because normally my problem has been
premature ejaculation, but this time I´ve been so very calm, enjoying how
much you´ve been enjoying yourself, that I´ve absolutely forgotten my own
orgasm. And when you had yours I was so reliveved, that my tool
just fell down absolutely satisfied with its accomplishment, Loki informs
her feeling quite happy with himself and thus said he reaches out and
embraces his loved one.
-Shouldn´t we carry on, see whether you can have orgasm, his darling Sara
offers enthusiastically, for I just can´t put up with it that you don´t get
anything.
-But my darling, I´m totally satisfied, proud and content, so long as I´m
able to give you orgasm. We men can so easily satify ourselves, when we´re
alone, he authenticates at the same time he passionately runs his hand over
her arm. What time is it, he says just as he looks behind himself at the
radioclock on the bedroom table, and sees it´s nearly twelve o´clock. How
about popping out for a little dancing.
-I don´t know whether I´m feeling up to that at the moment, having been
awake since seven this morning, she says quite tired-looking. -Yes, how am
I behaving, an unemployed guy who´s idling almost all day long, never
exhausting myself, Loki says affectionately. Excuse me a moment while I
get us an extra blanket. She follows him and sees how he steps on the
freezing floor, walks by the foot-board with his king hanging down swinging
to and fro, until he stops and reaches up into the closet. Out he draws a
thick blanket, filled with eider-down, white bed-clothes and lays it on the
bed. This is my old blanket, which happens to be both thicker and warmer,
than my newer one, so that you´ll probably prefer it tonight, dear.
-Yes thank you dear and she immediately moves herself under it.
-And here´s another pillow , which he lays at the headstead. But because
I´m not sleepy at all, would you like to join me infront of the telly
watching the late movie, which is about to start if memory serves me right.
We could easily have it quite comfy under blankets on the sofa-bed.
-I´d like that.

-Now I see that my many lovers could and should have been a lot more
considerate, goes through Catherine the great´s mind where she´s sitting on
the bedside, together with the needle-spirit, who they now know bore the
name Andrea in her earthlife working as a needle-woman.
-Times have truly changed, Delano thinks to her himself doubting whether
he´d really have liked to be living in the modern era, because he could´nt
think of having intercourse without sperm-ejaculation.
-But the fact is that our task becomes ever more difficult accordingingly
as their relationship becomes closer, Adolf thinks heavily, but we´ll
probably think of something.
-I´ve never ever witnessed my Sara so content with her life as these days,
Andrea sewing-spirit thinks into the debate, allthough I´ve been following
her since she was born.
-The reason must be this handsome and considerate stallion, her three
soulmates send her in one combined thought, but you shall nevertheless be
aware of her!, those three spirits yell out in such a loud thought, that
their dimension trembles, but of no avail, Loki´s absolutely unable to hear
or comprihend anything, and could therefore be nominated as the lead-actor
in the remaking of "Dumb´n´Dumber".

Chapter Four

-I´m somewhat displeased with my endurance, my love, the way my friend
becomes crestfallen shortly after it enters your heaven, he tells her a
little abscent-minded, where they are lying together under a single blanket,
exhausted after yet another love-making. She visits him almost every
night and they love being together.

"-Bigotry", the son calls the behaviour of his mother who´s in her fifties.
"You´re behaving worse than I do, a young man, you´re practically never at
home." He was missing the imposition of her hands followed by a short
prayer the few nights he slept at home. She always replies in the same
way: "-He´s so incredibly nice to me and gives me such an easy feeling", but
she never went into any details, for it was her own business, how she spent
her leisure, not rather than what he does with his fiancée. "-But my
sister´s always alone at home, when you go visit that man ", in his
selfishness he tries his best to influence his mum.
"-I don´t believe it really matters for her, whether I stay at home or not
for she´s always with her friends." His mum replies obviously not
relinquishing a thing.

-Yes, but I´m quite pleased with you the way you are, my dear Loki, replies
his sweetheart, just the moment she takes softly about his genitals, bends
over and kisses the king, where it lies exhausted on his thigh.
-Should I buy myself viagra, just to check out what kind of influence it
has on me. I might become some kind of a superman.
-Yes, that might be a real kick, but don´t you think you´ll have to visit
the doctor before?
-Probably I will, but then I will just have to take it like a man. I´ve
really had to deal with all kinds of doctors, he carries on telling her
about the ironic fact that he has the greatest pile of journals in his
hometown, with a grin on his face, at the moment he embraces her once again
asking whether she´d like another go at it, before getting up.

Loki got an appointment with a doctor in the Doctor-centrum that same
afternoon by sheer luck, because a customer or patient had postponed earlier
in the morning. The waiting-room is crowded as always, when he arrives
there, with people of all ages busy looking at the pictures in magazines,
for most part German, but a few Icelandic of course. Shortly after he´s
found a seat and sat down his face lights up, when his name´s called up with
a deep manly voice:
-Loki Fafnis!
-Yes, arrived.
Stands up and walks toward a supple dark-haired young man
in a white rope down to his knees. They shake hands, introduce themselves,
before they enter an unusually small doctor´s interviewing-room.
-And what can we do for you young man, asks the doctor, who´s probably
ten, fifteen years younger than Loki, who can´t help but smile at the
proposterity of the doctor´s question, and simultaneously a couple of months
old incident goes through his mind:
He´s inside Café Victor by Ingolfstorg
(square of Ingolfur (the first official settler in Iceland)).
As usual he´s looking for a woman, almost lost all hope of finding
somebody his own age who´d like to dance with him, when he sees a pretty
woman who doesn´t look uncomtortably young for him.
Pulls himself together, bends his head
lightly and asks her for a dance in the clangorous music on the over-crowded
tiny wooden floor, which trembles under all those dancing feet driven by
some loud bumper.
-Excuse me young friend, don´t you find it more appropriate to make an
attempt with someone your own age, she asks with a zeal in her voice.
-Well, which model might you be for starters, he asks her astonished by the
question.
-´61.
-Hey there missy, I´m model 55, Loki tells the surprised woman.)

-Could you perhabs give me a prescription for Viagra, he asks a bit
low-voiced, like he had to feel ashamed if something was buggering him in
his lower stories.
-Yes, no problemmo, the doctor replies light-heartedly. Anything else?
-I myself do find it big enough a problemmo, for I never believed I´d have
any need for a drug like that.
-Are you impotent?
-Not exactly, but I want to check out whether Viagra´s able to increase my
ability and pleasure, both mine and hers.
-Yes I see, many like to try that drug, people of all ages.
-Well, is it OK. Not any side effects?
-The only people that might be in any danger are those, who have a weak
heart. Are you one of those perhabs?
-No, I´m happy to say.
-Well, then there´s nothing that says you aren´t able to try the drug and
for your convenience and to save your money I´ll give you a
multi-prescription, valid four times.

Loki shows Sara a card, that has four small blue tablets inside, so tiny in
fact that their alleged activity is obviously questioned. Their activity is
supposed to last four hours normally.
-Then we´ll have to have enough of time and ease, my dear.
Therefore they decide to try out the activity of this alleged wonder-drug
over the weekend, when Loki will be a hermit.

As usual they go out late on Friday-night; the city center´s dance-halls
visited and tried out with a dance or two, sober people amongst intoxicated
young people of all ages. About one thirty they enter the Gullold (golden
age) in the Grafarvogur-precinct, where they´re going to end a nice
amusement-night by dancing to the music of a bigband-duo composed of a
keyboard-player and a vocalist. As usual they stand close together in
their dancing; his hands on her soft hibs, hers on his shoulders. Cheeks
close together, either the left or the right one and often he allows himself
to give her ear-lobes a nibble to her immeasurable delight and pleasure.

When they´re lying naked under the sheets on the fourth hour, they decide
to save their energy and rest until morning. Enjoy each other´s closeness,
but because of Loki´s bad pyrosis when lying on his left side they switch
places in the bed, thus enabling him to embrace her from behind. Shortly
after their goodnight-kiss they both fall a sleep, incredibly he´s able to
hold this position, until he´s disturbed by a piss-erection about eight
o´clock.
When he had humoured his urinary bladder
he puts a tiny blue sexpower-tablet called Viagra into his mouth. Because
it is presumed that the tablet won´t activate until half-an-hour later, he
returns to the cozy sandwich-position. When he´s back this darling of a
woman awakens from where she´s located in her dreamland:
-Aren´t you going to sleep a little longer, my love?
-Yes, at least for half an hour yet, he replies charged with so much
expectation, that he´s quite sure he won´t be able to get any more sleep.
And of course he´s not able to get much sleep, until his little friend
begins enlargening more than ever before, where it lies in between her
thighs in the triangle and into her wet welcoming queenie it goes, where it
will explore new territories in the world of love and lust. Both on their
right side they thrust closer together, to and fro just like two attached
snakes, until he after several minutes disjoins just at the moment he´s
about to explode.
-How delightful it is, moans his exspectful lass before
she revolves to her back, now you can enter again, my love. She´s all tuned
up and starts trembling when she´s able to sense how it forces itself into
her wet queenie, how delightfully his king fills out every space and just as
a professional he puts his hands under her knees pressing her thighs towards
the abdomen. This position she´s never tried, she says, but in it the king
is able to arouse the G-spot, which´s a few centimetre long spot of pleasure
inside of the belly, a prolonging of the clitoris.
Sara moans and cries in her delight.
Loki slides in and pulls out in a position which is really a little
compulsive and painful, making him sweat and groan, until he after a couple
of minutes decides to change it before he ejaculates. Without ever leaving
this tender pleasure-centrum he moves her right leg over his head, thus
making her lie on her left side, but him on his knees by her backside. And
on he arouses this remarkable G-spot, which wasn´t officially discovered in
the Western hemisphere, not until the middle of the twentieth century by
American sex-therapists. In his slowest way he slides his bonestiff
super-king in and out, just before men´s most supreme delight closes in he
uncouples their nice intercourse and alters the position yet again. This
time he lays his lover on her lovely stomach and having put a pillow under
her he sits astride across her thighs and reaches her screaming open queenie
with his swollen king. Once again he arouses this remarkable spot, which
Africans living in areas where the most repulsive custom of circumcising
girls has taken place, have known for centuries.
Around twelve o´clock, when they´ve been making love almost four hours with
short intervals, he lets his sperm couple with her bodily fluids, in a
mutual orgasm of lust and fire. He´s completely knocked up, lies motionless
between her thighs in the good and old missionary-position and lowers all
his weight on her belly and breasts. This way he stays, until she begins
groaning from his manly weight. Then he rolls on his back and for a while
they lie side by side under a single blanket, with eyes closed, completely
exhausted.
-Thank you, my love, when she´s able to speak again, your devotedness and
generosity isn´t rivalled by anyone. I´ve lost count of the orgasms you´ve
given me, while you had just one.
-No, I must rather thank you, my dear. If you knew how much I really
enjoyed being able to satisfy a woman, the way I´ve done to you , he replies
her thankfully.

Aren´t you hungry, my loveliest?
-Yes a bit, now when you mention it.
-Would you like a little snack in bed, he offers her, just as he moves from
under their mutual blanket and walks stark-naked toward the kitchen.
She follows admirably how his athletic body, muscular thighs and his firm
arse recede from her. She sends an imaginary kiss in his track, closes
her eyes and thanks him in a low voice.
-You´re my guest and I´m supposed to treat you well, he returns the greetings
in a similarly low voice plus a movement of his hand.

In a relatively short time he returns, but now with a tray in his hands
which he lays down on the pink frotté-sheet. There´s a plate on the tray
carrying various dainties, which he´d been able to charm from leftovers in
the refrigerator. Moreover there are two fried eggs, two glasses of
light-milk and a fork and a knife for the both of them. Before they´re able
to sit down to the delicious meal he fetches a large bath-towel, which he
lays out between them and under the plate. Then they get busy satisfying
their hunger; both sitting in a lotus-position facing one another, each with a
blanket over their naked shoulder.
They feed one another with dollops, smacking kisses each time, either a
mum´s or a dad´s version. Their love is so hot, that they haven´t the
slightest idea which way or how to turn. More than anything else they wish
to be alone on a deserted island, where they could make love carefree all
day long.
-When we´ll at last be alone we shall buy a nice apartment downtown with a
view over the ocean towards Mt. Esja, she decides for the both of them,
reaches out for his hand and looks into his beautiful green eyes with her
shining blue ones.
-And in the evening we could take a stroll between the
crowded cafés, just to show us and be seen, he adds enthusiastically.
-I don´t know whether I´d be so interested in that, says his lover, who´d
really like to be alone in the presence of her lover, whom she thinks a
little too young for her and sometimes she´s a little jealous towards the
younger women, who off and on greet her young man. At the moment it´s not
a big problem, perhabs because she´s easily able to keep her young
appearance with the use of cosmetics here and there, but how will it be in
seven years, when she´s sixty and he´ll be 53. She recalled how it was with
her second husband, who was 47 when they first met, seven years her senior,
an age difference she didn´t think much of when they were relatively young,
especially when one is recently divorced feeling lonely and bored, desiring
the warm nearness of a man. But this happened to go through changes as
time went by, her children grew older and stopped being as easy to handle as
were they dolls, didn´t fall asleep as soon as before and kept annoying
their doorhandle, thus deminishing their private moments. Not mentioning
his steadily worsening appearance, as he grew older closening in on his
sixties, but she always looked as young as before; a pretty blond woman.
He and her kids didn´t agree with one another and they found it absolutely
intolerable whenever he an unrelated person was meddling with their
upbringing. Being a crew-member on a research-ship he was away for long
periods of time and as time went by and the kid´s disliking of their
mother´s husband grew their chorus became stronger, whenever his homecoming
was due:
-Ooooh, is the man coming?!
And whenever he left they became happy again. They were so bloody jealous
of him, for they just wanted to be able to control their easily remissable
mother, who did just about anything to keep the peace. Probably because she
had real difficulties becoming pregnant and therefore she felt obliged to
them and the almighty. She was in her thirties when they came into this
world.

Where they´re sitting on their feet in the double-bed, the emptied plate in
between, stomachs filled, but their genitals bare, gaping in order to take
the bait, the tension increases, until they just can´t stand it any longer.
Loki puts the tray on the floor and Sara folds the towel neatly.
-Why don´t you try being on top, my love, he offers her before he lies
down on his back.
-No thank you. I´ve never liked that position especially, she replies
zealingly.
-You prefer lying like a skate, leaving all the work to the man, Loki says
in a waggish tone, where he´s sitting comfortably admiring his lover´s sexy
outlines.
-Yes, I just haven´t got enough strength for any activities and prefer to
take it easy in the love-making, she says apologetically, I´ve always
been this way. But I give a good blow job.
-If your queenie didn´t embrace my king as well as it does, I wouldn´t know
what I´d do, because you just seem to lie there motionless accepting
whatever is given to you. It´s so tight, that one might wander whether
you´d ever given birth, even though you´ve really got two children.
-I had a Caesarean operation in both cases, actually, she explains.
-Well that explains it why your queenie´s just as tight as were you a
teenager, says the enlightened mister, and that explains why one feels like
being in a wide cave, being with many other women, who haven´t worked
sufficiently their pelvic-muscle posterior to the birth of children.

Having heard about two balls of three weights intended for women, who´d
like to work out their pelvis-muscles without difficulties, Loki bought a
pair medium-sized, because just as he used to say, there must be some
reason for my stray orgasms. He got the guidance, that after the balls had
been put inside the queenie, the woman in question is supposed to constipate
her pelvis-muscle preventing them from falling down.
Therefore they were both quite astounded, when Sara didn´t have any problem
keeping them inside. They behaved just as they were at home not having any
intension of leaving this delightful place and the gravity wasn´t able to
drag it down. To Sara´s most delight, because this new womb-experience was
very comfortable. Therefore she left them undisturbed for a long period of
time.

By the reason how expensive these blue wonder-tablets tend to be and have a
relatively long durability, the two lovers in question decide to use them
sparingly. But to their great wonder and delight their durability lasts a
lot longer than the promised four hours, because Loki became quite
insatiable and his stamina grew with each tablet. The sex urge and
hornyness was just like it came from another world and the only thing he had
to do to prolong his hard-on was a tiny stroke up and down his wonderful
pride, off and on.

-Viagra´s quite a wonder-drug, Catherine the Emperess and Andrea the
needle-ghost happen to think out, when they witness its effect, but
meanwhile their partners keep quiet, one because he Adolf the true Hitler
used to believe, that he had been an incredible stud himself not having any
need for such drugs, but the other was thinking about potential effects on
paralized men, for as you dear reader should know F.D. Roosevelt was in a
wheel-chair when he was president of the USA.
-But never the less you must beware of her they think aloud, all ghosts but
Andrea, who really can´t grasp their behaviour, perhabs because she´s a mere
sewing-ghost side by side with the super-ghosts. She´s quite pleased for
her protégé, Sara Finns. The moment she´d met this guy, Loki Fafnis, she
seemed to become a whole different and happier person. Andrea´s love for
this woman, whom she´d followed and looked after for 53 years and witnessed
her times of happiness and sorrow, greater and lesser relationships that had
ended badly, had grown immensly. But this time her ship might take a
different course. Loki seemed to have a better influence on her, than
anyone of her former lovers.

Chapter Five

-My kids have become quite excited to get a chance to see you in person,
their mum´s new friend.
-Well then, I´ll come for a visit tonight, my dear, Loki tells his dearest
Sara.
Around this moment their relationship had lasted for a month and already
they´d made two visits to his parents´, where she´d received quite
spectacular receptions, and was treated like a princess. Of course his
parents´ happiness must have been caused somewhat by the relief, that their
disabled son had possibly found at last a mate, who´d love him in spite of
all his hidden faults.

Nine days posterior to their first encounter on the
thirteenth-day-of-christmas-dance in the Kringlu-pub Sara decides, after a
little persuasion, to join Loki in a little party at his parents´ on his
father´s birthday. He was able to surprise himself by keeping quiet about
his new girlfriend in a few phone-chats he had had with his parents prior to
their visit.

All dressed up in their finest, appropriate to the occasion of course they
step out of her car in front of an elegant house, where Loki spent his youth
in the evening of Fafnir´s birthday, but the weather at that moment is
calm, but a thin layer of snow allover. But now Loki gets one of his
preposterous and silly ideas.
-Sara, because no-one knows about you in my life or who you might be, are
you with me in a little silly joke?
-Yes, but only if it won´t go into any extremes, my dear, replies the
dignified lassie, who even though she´s in her fifties is always ready for a
little fooling around.
-Well then. I´ve decided, that I´ll join the party by greeting the
participants as a loner. Wait for a minute outside, until you´ll push the
door-bell. Then the birthday-child will open up for you. You´ll tell him
that you´ve come to collect for the newspaper and he´ll unexpectant pick up
his wallet. When he asks you how much, you´ll reach out for his hand,
introducing yourself as my girlfriend, wishing him a happy birthday.
Knowing my parents they´ll take this prank lightly welcoming you into the
family with the appropriate hugs and kisses. Then you´ll be directed to a
seat by the livingroom-table, but then I´ll introduce you formally to other
guests.

Everything proved true, except that Loki got the usual scolding for his
foolishness; for treating this wonerful girl this shameful way. Sara was
commended and praised for tolerating their peculiar son.
-His pranks are never ill-natured, Fridsemd (peace) his mum tells her,
thus awkwardly trying to hide her 45 year old boy´s foolish doings.

In their second visit to his parents Sara was presented with precious
clothes, which the housewife had outgrown, but didn´t want to dispose of.

Loki walks up the stairs, two floors around eight o´clock Monday-evening.
He pushes the door-bell and waits for awhile for an invitation. Earlier
that day Sara had vited him to join her little family in dinner on this
un-christian hour.
The door´s opened up and there she´s standing his blond dreamgirl wearing
her black trousers, a white shirt and a pink open sweater. My love for
this woman is immeasurable goes through his mind, where he´s standing
infront of her, stiff, unable neither to speak nor move.
Sara makes the first move, reaches out for his neck before she thrushes her
loving lips on his.
-Hurry inside my love. Dinner´s ready, and she takes off of him his cold
capote and hangs it up in the open clothes´ rack in the lobby, which has
white tiles on its floor. Hand in hand they enter the main hall walking
the elegant wood-floor toward
the large elegant livingroom-table of thick oak where the black veins are
ovbvious in the shining plate.
-Are you rich or are you wealthy, he moans admiringly, an ordinary teacher
couldn´t buy such a table with her wages.
-Well, my mum´s a real finance-genius, Loki hears from behind, turns around
and sees where a rather handsome, tall and lanky blondish young man
approaches with a hand outreached.
-Skjoldur Reginsson (shield, son of a king), how do you do Loki, I presume.
My mother´s made us quite curious to meet you. We´ve heard each other´s in
the telephone, he ends his speech not exactly expecting an answer, for he
sits directly in the highseat and shovels fish and rice in garlic-sauce from
a thick glass-tray on his plate. The guest is astounded, but doesn´t seek
an explanation about the fact that there´s only a strip of carpet under this
chair. By the table in the kitchen-corner there are six chairs with a
stuffed seat, but a cross-bound back. This lad wouldn´t like another man
moving in on them. Somehow it´s my impression, the guest happens to think
from where he stands awaiting for the houswife´s sign to sit down.
All of a sudden a statement gets barked out of the son´s full mouth in such
a way that food is spread out over the table:
-Loki, I want to have
something absolutely clear, that nobody´s allowed to að move in on us, at
least whilst I haven´t finished my education. I aim to have become a
pedagogue in four years. In his final-speech the sputtering isn´t as great
as before, for he´s just been swallowing his meal.
-Skjoldur, do you intend to spoil this lovely relationship with your bloody
impudence, Sara scolds. You´ve better behave yourself. Still this is my