• "Good morning, Vicky! How are you feeling today?" I smiled at her.
• "I’m ok, really, Mrs Collins!" I told her, half expecting she wouldn’t believe me. But then she gave me the best news of almost all my life.
• "I’m glad to hear it, Vicky, and so, I give you permission to go home". I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. At first I thought I had understood her wrong. She saw my face and smiled at me: "Yes, Vicky. You’re released. You can go home with your friends, and your parents and... do you want to know a secret?" I almost laugh, first because I was as happy as a sandboy and second because that was the title of the Beatles’ song. Then I nodded. "I didn’t know you had such a good-looking boyfriend. A Beatle!", she said in a whisper. I really liked that woman. At first she had scolded me when she had heard I was pregnant, but she had behaved like a real friend and I’ll always be grateful to her because of that.
• "But, Mrs Collins, can I really go home?" She nodded.
• "Yeah, call your friends and your parents". Well, Edu and Eli had visited me almost daily but my parents were in the hotel next door and so they came every day. So, when they came that day and I told them I could go home, they were as glad as they could be.
• "I’m staying here with you for a couple of weeks, dear", said my mum. Oh, that was not a good idea. John was about to come from France and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, so I told her:
• "No, mum, I’m alright now. Charles needs you, he’s alone in Spain. I’ll be alright. John will take care of me", She wasn’t very convinced and my dad less, but I was determined. "Please, mum, the worst is already over, so nothing worse can happen now". That made them think.
• "She’s right", said dad. "Ok, we’ll book the next flight to Spain". And that was it. My parents went to Spain even before John had come back from France, so they didn’t meet this second time. Edu and Eli came with me home.

When I opened the door, everything was exactly the same as I had left it that doomed day. Now I was different, somehow. And thank God we hadn’t found any girls screaming at the door, because I could have killed some of them.

John had phoned everyday to ask how I was and when I told him I could finally go home, he was really happy. "I’m sure today we’ll burn the Olympia down, luv!", he told me. I laughed. I wanted to see him like mad. I had no idea when they were coming back, so one day, Edu gave me the big surprise:

• "Vicky! The Beatles come tomorrow from France and this time, you’re coming with us to the airport for them".

I couldn’t be happier. I decided not to say anything to John, so I could give him a big surprise. From the early morning, the radio and the TV were full of news about the Beatles. Every time I saw John on television, I had the same feeling: seeing him and not being able to touch him. It was as though he were a different person when he was on TV from the person who was in love with me and whom I could touch. At home he was just the John I loved, on TV he was a famous person.

Anyway, Eli and Edu came for me. But this time they had come accompanied. George had phoned Edu telling her when they were coming back and had also sent some guards to look after us. Boy were the guards well-built! They were big guys, dressed casually so as not to be much noticeable, but really big. They had a car, and so we three jumped with them in the car and off we went towards Heathrow.

• "Are you sure you’re OK?", they asked me constantly during the drive.
• "Yeah, sure. I’m Ok again, now, really. I just want to see John and kiss him and make love to him and..." They started giggling because the guy who was driving looked through the rear mirror and I wanted to die with embarrassment.

We finally arrived at the airport. I couldn’t believe it. There were hundreds of girls screaming. And since that had happened to me, I hated those scenes. They guys directed us towards a private room where the Beatles had to go to hold a press conference. When we entered the room, it was already crowded with cameramen and journalists and people from the press. So we were left to wait:

• "I’m cold, hell! I need Paul to warm me up!", said Eli. We laughed. We were sharing jokes of that kind when we suddenly heard a commotion heading towards us. The room was prepared with some sofas were the Beatles were supposed to sit down (I imagined). And then I saw Brian enter the room, followed by Neil and Mal, and then thousands of other men, taking pictures and some others who were walking beside them. My heart started to beat fast. When John had seen me for the last time, I was all done for in hospital, with a very ill face and really worn out. I wanted John to see me good again, made up, with sexy clothes, the kind he liked very much. And then Edu couldn’t wait any longer and shouted:
• "WE LOVE YOU YEAH YEAH YEAH", there were some policemen round the room, and thinking we were some kind of crazy fans that somehow had made it into the room, came towards us with a threatening look on their faces. Panic! So I shouted:
• "JOHN!" And I saw John’s face turn towards me but without being able to see me, being as blind as a bat. Immediately, Brian spotted us three standing in one of the corners of the room and sent Neil for us:
• "Hey, girls! Vicky!! How are you? I’m terribly sorry about... Well, you know!"
• "Oh, yeah, thank you, Neil, but I’m ok now, I just want to see John".
• "He’ll be glad, he didn’t know you would be here and wanted to go over the press conference as soon as possible to be with you". I smiled. So John wanted to see me the same way I wanted to see him. So we three followed Neil and approached the boys. John was wearing his lovely cap and I stopped one or two metres in front of him. Then he saw me and remained silent for a couple of seconds. But then he reacted and came towards me and hugged me. He lifted me up from the floor and we both swirled for a couple of minutes, hugging each other and kissing. We couldn’t stop kissing. I didn’t know what was happening around me. I didn’t even know if Eli and Paul were kissing or if Edu and George were talking to each other, I only knew I was with John, and that we both were very happy to see each other. Then he pushed me a little bit farther away and scrutinised me with his eyes.
• "You look wonderful, luv. Are you alright?"
• "Yes, John, I’m perfect now. I’m me again!", he laughed and kissed me again. I opened my eyes while I was kissing him and saw Neil fighting against a journalist, a photographer, who wanted to snap some pictures at us. But Neil wouldn’t let him. I had to laugh. John was puzzled:
• "What’s so funny?" I pointed behind him to Neil and the photographer. The rest of the media were behaving themselves, but that particular guy was so persistent, that Brian had to invite him to leave the room. And then I had the chance to look at my friends. Edu and George were holding each other by the waist and talking quite softly, like the love birds they were, and then Paul and Eli... John saw me and told me: "Well, that’s finally it. Paul has left Jane".
• "What?", I couldn’t believe it. How? Why? John was to answer me but we saw Ringo, Mal and Brian come towards us.
• "Hey, Vicky, how are you?", asked me Ringo. "I’m awfully sorry about it all, you know. But I see you are as gorgeous as usual". I giggled.
• "Hey, Ring, watch out! What kind of language is that in front of a lovely girl?" but then he laughed and added: "But yeah, she’s gorgeous!" Ringo kissed me on the cheek and went to take his position on the sofa. Then Brian and Mal also came to talk to me. Brian in particular was very concerned about not having been able to come to visit me to the hospital. He had been very busy, he told me. But that was Ok. And then, Eli and Paul, holding hands (I really wanted to know the Jane Asher thing, came to me and Paul told me:
• "I’m really sorry, Vicky. I would have liked to come and see you in hospital, but I couldn’t. How are you anyway?"
• "I’m fine, thank you, Paul. I’m ok, now", he smiled at me and I smiled back. Then we heard Brian’s voice call for the boys. The press conference had to be held as soon as possible. John kissed me and went to take his position on the sofa.

The journalists started asking them questions about the audience at the Olympia, the French. It was interesting and I paid special attention because Ringo commented that the best part of the audience were guys. Edu and Eli looked at me:

• "That’s good!", they told me. "No reasons to be jealous, now". Uff! I think I had won the fame of being incredibly jealous, which I was anyway, specially of John. I’ve never loved anybody the way I loved John (and I still do) since then.

The press conference went on for a couple of minutes more, with the Beatles answering the questions in a very funny way, as though they didn’t take the questions seriously, which in a way, they didn’t. But then John spoke up. I could see all the flashes and cameras focused on him. He still had the cap on. He was serious now, no laughing matter what he was going to say, I assumed, and he didn’t even have that twinkle in his eye he used to have when he was going to tell a joke or something. He said:

• "I would like to say something really important, now. I just want to say that the Beatles are four guys, four normal guys, four bloody human beings with feelings and all. And we are dating girls, like normal guys do. Here George is dating a lovely girl and Paul and please, leave them alone. A very very important person to me has had a terrible accident, and all because of the fans who hate the girls we love and stuff. So, please, please, leave these girls alone. If you like our music, buy our records, come to our concerts, but leave them alone. And that’s all". Everybody was silent now. I was still very sensitive and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I can say now that that didn’t make any difference. Fans kept on pushing us in the streets, and Edu and Eli also suffered some serious consequences, but less serious than mine. And Ringo’s future wife, Maureen, whom I hadn’t met yet, suffered the fans aggressiveness too. But that day, John had said something and that meant he was talking freely about our relationship now.

Some more pictures were taken and then the Beatles were off to go home. A couple of limousines were waiting outside. There were hundreds of fans, but I didn’t take any notice and got in one of them. John followed me. Nobody else got in with us. So I hadn’t said goodbye to Edu or Eli. Oh, Eli, talking of which, I wanted to know everything.

During all the drive towards Kensington, John couldn’t stop kissing me. And I couldn’t either but somehow I also wanted to ask him how Paul had broken up with Jane.

• "John", I said while he was still kissing me. He separated from my mouth a few inches and said:
• "Huh?"
• "So, Paul has finally broken up with Jane". He only nodded, not ready to stop kissing me. He was also touching me all over until his cap fell down and I leaned to catch it. He grabbed my ass. I got up in a sudden jump: "JOHN! Stop it!" I said laughing, But he wouldn’t stop, anyway, I held his arm and told him: "John, please, how did Paul break up with Jane?" He looked hurt.
• "How can you be concerned about Paul after being so much time without kissing me this way?"
• "I’m not concerned about Paul, I’m concerned about Eli". John looked at me deeply in the eye and finally said, leaning backwards to the seat:
• "OK, let’s see. Jane came to France and stayed with us a couple of days, I can’t remember. Paul was now missing both Jane and Eli a lot, for what he told me when we were going to sleep, and then I heard those little noises under his covers and I knew he was jerking off, the bastard!" I had to stop it:
• "John!"
• "Hey! It’s true. So, when Jane went to see us, he was really glad, but then she suddenly announced she had to go again and that didn’t please little Paulie Macca, so, they argued. And this argument was a little bit more, how can I say, serious, perhaps? And Paul told her that if she was to go on with her company, then they were through, and she said she didn’t mind, so Paul said: ‘OK’. And the end!" And John had said that last sentences taking off the voices in films. That made me think. Now Paul was free, and the way they seemed to have greeted each other at the airport, showed me they were in love. "Can we go on now?", John told me. I slapped jokingly his arm, but we suddenly realised we had arrived at our flat.

Bob Freeman and Sunny were waiting for us when we arrived. They were very nice, and being John the famous one and the one who had just arrived from France, they directed to me and kissing me asked me how I was. John couldn’t care less. Seeing me happy, he was happy. But then they moved to the real personality there, who was John.

After the usual greetings Bob and Sunny invited us to have dinner with them. I think John and Bob had to talk about something related to the Beatles upcoming tour or something, so I accepted. Bob’s flat was very much like our own. Sunny told me they were free, since they had left their children with her mother. Bob and John went to the living room and I offered myself to help Sunny in the kitchen.

• "Well, how do you feel?", asked me Sunny while preparing the things for the dinner. I was picking glasses and dishes from the cupboards.:
• "I’m perfectly now", I told her. She smiled at me.
• "No, I’m not talking about that, now". I was puzzled,. "I mean, you’re dating one of the most eligible men in England now. You have to consider yourself lucky". I smiled.
• "Yes, I am. I love John very very much".
• "And he loves you. He’s got a surprise for you. I’m sure you’ll like it". What was that? Everybody knew about my surprise except myself. I looked at her questioning her with my eyes. "No", she said laughing, "you’ll have to wait!"

A little bit disappointed I started to lay the table. Well, it was really important what John and Bob had to talk about because they were both really deep in conversation. Sunny went out from the kitchen:

• "Dinner’s ready", she informed. We all sat down at the table. I didn’t know what I was eating but it was delicious. Sunny was really a great cook. John and Bob kept on talking. They were talking now about American groups and acts and John said:
• "I don’t know, Bob. I don’t want to think of it. Paul is really worried and it seems to be contagious because I’m beginning to feel worried myself".
• "You’ll go well", said Bob, "you’ve got a number one in America, that means a lot".

I put two and two together. Was it possible that they were going to America? America was something out of the movies for me, the land of Elvis and Buddy Holly, my idols. One of the dreams of every European is to go to America. And I just came from a very tiny city in the east of Spain. Well, I was dying to ask John about that, but decided not to. But then he looked at me and grabbing my hand he told me:

• "Yeah, luv, we’re going to America! And you’re coming with me."

I couldn’t believe it! Did I hear right? John, Sunny and Bob started to laugh when they saw my amazed look:

• "That was my little surprise, luv", said John. "Well, what daya think?"

Well, this was too good to be true. Me in America! And if I had been invited, maybe Edu and Eli were too. Uau! Just imagine the three of us in America!

I rushed towards John and kissed him passionately.

• "Oh, thank you, thank you, John!"

They all laughed. I was over the moon. Then I started to think of all the places I had seen in films.

• "Where are we going, then?"
• "New York, Washington, and here comes another surprise", he stopped, "Miami!"

Miami! I loved the sun. I was from Spain and I had been missing the sun terribly ever since I had come to England. Then I thought, Oh1 I’ll need lots of new bikinis and clothes.

• "When are we going, John? I can hardly wait!"
• "On Friday"

Well, that left just one day to go shopping with my friends. First thing I’d do the next day would be phone Edu and Eli and tell them about it.

When we got home, John was really horny. He went to the fridge and mixed Scotch and Coke in a long glass. He offered me one and I took it. We watched TV for a while, both huddled on the sofa. I had my head leaned on his shoulder and every now and then he kissed me on the top of it.

Then he put the glass on the little table we had in front of the sofa and started to kiss me on the lips softly, while with his hands he fought to unbutton my trousers and pull my sweater up. Oh, I was really horny too but Mrs Collins had told me not to practice sex in a couple of weeks. I stopped John:

• "What’s up?", he told me.
• "Oh, John, I can’t. The doctor told me not to. We’ll have to wait a little".

He didn’t seem to like the idea. Neither did I. We had been a long time without making love to each other and I didn’t want John to look for it outside. But it had to be that way. But then I thought, well, the fact that I couldn’t have sex didn’t mean John had to be without it too. So I started to kiss him passionately and he kissed me back. Our tongues touched and caressed and while kissing him I moved my hands to unzip his trousers. I could notice his big hard-up under his trousers, so I softly took his dick out. I heard John moan. There it was, in all its splendour. I looked up at John. He had leaned his head against the sofa and had his eyes closed. What are you going to do now, Vicky? Do you think he’ll like it if you lick it? I’d better try. So I leaned down and opened my mouth as much as I could. John stroked my hair and I started to slide my tongue all around John’s dick and licked it. I had never ever done that before, but somehow I guessed John was liking it because he went: "AaaaH, baby! Oh, God, luv! OOOhhhh!" I worked and worked on it with all my energy. I just wanted to make John happy. He finally grabbed me by the hair and took my head away from his dick. Then I suddenly saw him coming. He started to yell: "ahhhh!" and I saw this white stream of liquid coming out. Well, I had to laugh, but with embarrassment. Bob and Sunny were living in the same building and the walls weren’t too thick. John finally came to his senses:

• "Bloody Hell, luv! Where did you learn to do that?"
• "Nowhere, John. It’s my first time. I didn’t even know you would like it". He lifted me up and approached his face to mine. He kissed me softly on the lips and with his mouth just a few inches from mine said:
• "Everything ye do to me, luv, is Heaven!"

I smiled and kissed him in gratitude. He then got up and whispering to me "Don’t move, luv!" walked away to the bathroom. I lied on the sofa with my eyes closed. That was just too much for an ordinary girl from Spain. I had always loved music and if someone had told me a few months ago that this would happen to me, I wouldn’t have believed a word.

I heard John come back. I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, watching me.

• "You’re beautiful", he muttered. Then he bent down and started to kiss me softly on my eyelids, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my mouth... He made his way down to the neck and with his hands he pulled my trousers down. He went on kissing and kissing me and I noticed his fingers were moving slowly towards my most private part. I became tense and the instinct made me close my legs. John whispered in my ear: "Luv, have I ever done any harm to you? Anything you didn’t like?"
• "No".
• "Ok, so relax and let me love ya with me fingers". I couldn’t understand a word he was saying, but I left him do. After all he was right, everything John had ever done to me had been wonderful, so I relaxed and enjoyed his caresses.

Now he was kissing my breasts and then I noticed he introduced one of his fingers very deep in me, slowly, moving it in and out, but very slowly, while licking and teasing my nipples. I was liking it a lot. John moved to the other breast and worked his way down to play with my navel. I was moaning quite loudly then and his finger went in and out in and out while his warm tongue played with my navel. I finally felt the wave of orgasm coming to me and I came with a loud "Ooohhhh". Then John held my face between both his hands and kissing me said:

• "I love you".

Holding each other by the waist and with my head resting on his shoulder, we went to the bedroom to sleep.

The first thing I did when John and I woke up the next morning was to ask John what his plans for the day were.

• "Well, I’ve got to go with Brian and the guys to arrange Visas and stuff. And also to arrange yours, so I’ll need your identification and all that. You?"
• "I’ll probably go to Edu’s to tell them about America". And when I thought of America I felt butterflies in my stomach. John kissed me and went to the bathroom, so I got up and phoned Edu. Eli picked up the phone: "Hi, Eli, this is Vicky. How are you?"
• "Well, I would like to say I’m fine but I’m really tired of an all night study. I’ve got exams for the next three weeks and I start on Monday".

I stopped to think. That meant that she couldn’t come with us to America. I felt disappointed.

• "So, you’re not coming with us to...", she didn’t let me finish.
• "America? Why don’t you come over and we talk? I need to tell you something".
• "Ok, I’ll be there in half an hour or so, ok? Is Edu there?"
• "No, she’s working".
• "Oh, I need to talk to her".
• "So, why don’t you come for lunch, then?"
• "Ok, good idea! I’ll be there at about 1.20, then":
• "Ok, bye!"

We hang up. John was eating cereals in the kitchen. I told him about my plans and he said it was Ok. He was about to go, Brian would come for him in a limo to join the rest of the guys, so we said our goodbyes there in the kitchen.

• "Be home soon, luv!", he told me, "we’ve got a long flight going on tomorrow".

So I took a shower and started packing. When I thought of Miami I suddenly realised I had left all my bikinis in Spain, so I needed to go shopping for more. I looked at my watch. It was only 12.00 so I had plenty of time to go shopping before going to Edu’s.

I took a taxi and went to Harrods. John had given me another pack of blank notes so the problem wasn't the money. I decided on some two piece bikinis that I tried although it was terrible cold outside. Anyway, inside it was quite warm. I bought two and also bought lots and lots of new clothes. When I finally looked at my watch it was almost 1.30, so this time I took the tube and made it to Edu’s in exactly forty minutes.

I rang the doorbell and Eli opened. I made my way upstairs and she was at the door with a very good looking guy. He wore the Beatle hairstyle but he was blonde and had gorgeous blue eyes.

• "Hi, Vicky! Hey, this is Malcolm, Malcolm McDowell. He’s studying performing arts with me. We’ve just been studying together for the exams. Malcolm, this is Vicky". We shook hands. "He hopes to be a famous actor one day".
• "Well, fame is nothing pleasant, I can tell you".
• "Yeah, Eli told me. Anyway, I don’t think I could never be as famous as the Beatles are", he said in a very funny voice.
• "Who knows, Malcolm, who knows". He smiled and then said goodbye to us. Eli closed the door and we walked into the living room. I became tense. If Tessa was there, I might as well be heading for home. Eli knew what my face showed:
• "No, Vicky, Tessa is having a day out with some friends. She’s out of the way now". I wasn’t convinced. She was very interested in John so as to throw in the towel so soon, but anyway I decided not to think much of it and relax.
• "Has Edu arrived?"
• "Not yet, but she must be about to come"
• "Ok, so tell me. What did you want to talk about?" We sat down. I guessed she was going to tell me what John had already told me yesterday.
• "Well, Paul and I are finally a couple. Jane is out of the way, finally", she said with a smile. I smiled back.
• "Well, congratulations"
• "Well, yeah, but he’s invited me to go to America with them and I can’t go". Well, I had already guessed that. "I’ve got exams and I must take them now in February because in June it’s gonna be too much". Well, I felt disappointed but Eli went on: "Are you going?", she asked me. I nodded. "So I need you to take care of Paul, will you, will you take care of him?"
• "What do you mean, take care? Paul is old enough to take care of himself"
• "Yes, that’s what worries me. I don’t want him to be... You know". Well, I finally saw the light. Eli wanted me to keep an eye on Paul. He was such a flirt...
• "Ok, Eli, I’ll do it".

• "Hi girls!"
• "Edu, dear!", I said, I couldn’t wait any more. "Are you coming to America with me and the boys?" Edu’s face changed.
• "Shit, shit! I can’t. My boss doesn’t want to give me days off. He says February is a very busy month at the library, with lots of students going there to study and stuff. And how come you’re coming, Vicky? Haven’t you got classes at University too?" I shrugged.
• "I don’t care, Edu. It’s probably the only chance I’ve got to go to America. And with John, Edu. I can’t miss this!"
• "Ok, Vicky. I’ve already been to America with George, remember? Promise me you’ll be in touch with us telling us everything, do you hear me, EVERYTHING, that happens to the boys". I laughed and promised.

The day went on quickly. When I got home in the early evening, John and Ringo were there. I supposed George and Paul would have gone to see Edu and Eli.

• "Hi there!", I greeted them. I went to John and kissed him. Ringo whispered a soft hello. I sat on John’s lap and John kissed me. I kissed him passionately. Ringo cleared his throat. I laughed. "Are you ready to conquer America, guys?" John’s and Ringo’s faces changed. "What’s up?"
• "We’re not that optimistic, luv, and Paul is really becoming a pain in the bloody ass", said John, "he’s all the time saying America has everything and that we are not needed there".
• "But Bob said yesterday you had a number one there".
• "That’s what I tell him all the time", Ringo butted in. But then he got up. "Ok, I’m leaving now. See you at the airport, John."
• "Bye, Ring".
• "Bye, Ringo", I said. Then, once Ringo had gone, I looked at John and saw he was tense too. I started to massage his shoulders a little bit. He kissed my hands. "Do you want me to make you feel relaxed?", I told him playfully but his answer hurt me:
• "No, luv, I’m just not in the mood. This bloody Macca has scared the shit out of me". So I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. John came and said he was going to bed. I shuggered but then he came and grabbed me by the waist: "Good night, my love", he said kissing me on the top of my head. So I had dinner on my own, watching TV and seeing for the umpteenth time news about the Beatles being interviewed about going to America:
• "John, so far, all the British pop stars haven’t made a tremendous impact on the States, how do you think you will go?", asked the interviewer.
• "Well, I can’t really say, can I? I mean it’s up to me, no! I just hope we’ll go alright", said John rather cheerfully. That was quite a contrast with his mood of tonight. Anyway, I decided to call it a night and go to bed.