• "How’s Edu, by the way? Have you talked to her?"
• "No, it’s been impossible! I can’t put through to her!" John was as puzzled as I was.
• "And Eli?" I went on:
• "Every time I phone is either no one picking the phone, or Tessa... And you know I don’t want anything to do with Tessa...", I noticed he suddenly became a little bit uncomfortable. I kept on thinking something had happened between them, but I didn’t want to think of it, it hurt me so much. If I asked John, he would surely tell me nothing had happened, and I for sure didn’t want to ask Tessa. Maybe someone in the middle, Eli would be the ideal person... I would ask her as soon as I had the chance. John quickly changed he subject:
• "And your parents? Have you talked to them or to your brother?" I shook my head.
• "No, John. I’ll do it when we’re back in England.", he shrugged.

We went on packing and then Brian came for us telling us there was a limo waiting for us outside the hotel, Again the same scene of crazy fans shouting, and policemen holding me back, and cameramen and photographers everywhere... Anyway, the trip was shorter, this time. At least I thought so. John read a book and Paul and Ringo played cards. So I sat next to George and talked to him:

• "So, George, are you completely recovered from your throat?", he gasped.
• "Yeah, absolutely recovered", we laughed, but then I remembered his girl, my best friend, and my smile turned into a serious face.
• "George, have you talked to Edu?"
• "No. Hell! I wanted to ask you the same! I’ve phoned several times and Tessa told me she hadn’t seen Edu for a long time. I started to worry", and I was starting to worry too.
• "Did she say anything else?"
• "No, she was moving put of the flat, you see... Tessa, I mean, and she wasn’t seeing much of Edu and Eli anyway...", I started to think. The positive thing out of all this mess is that Tessa was getting out of the way and so my problems were going away with her too. That was great, but, on the other hand, what could have possibly happened? Nothing serious, I hoped. Edu and Eli didn’t have any number to phone if something happened. It was me who was supposed to phone them regularly...

I couldn’t think of anything else during the rest of the day. I suddenly felt myself back at the plaza and John asked me:

• "Is everything alright, luv? You look worried", I looked up at him.
• "I am worried, John. George can’t put through to Edu either and I think something serious might have happened to them", John put a strange face.
• "Ah, come off it, luv. No news is good news, you know that...", he changed the topic, "are you coming to the concert tonight?", well, that was the only highlight this trip turned out to have, going to the concerts with the guys.
• "Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world!"

The Beatles played at the Carnegie Hall that night and I was once again separated from them when it was time to go to the concert.

It was great. I enjoyed it ver much. Once again, jelly babies were filling the floor of the stage. George loved them, but I don’t think he would love them that way. The Americans were really strange. And I finally could sing along with the boys. I had learnt the songs of so much listening to them ever since I had been in America. Needless to say the ones I liked most were John’s, or the ones that John and Paul sang together, like "From Me To You"... But every time I saw Paul getting close to John, my mind went up to the same place. Paul kissing me. Why on earth had he done that? He had always avoided me and he had always shown preference for Edu and then Eli, when he met her. But never ever a kind word to me. If we except that party when he told me all was because he liked Cynthia and saw me like a home wrecker. I don’t know, I didn’t want to think about it.

That night, we all went out again. I was having a great time. John was at his best, cracking jokes, pulling faces... he drank, but not much, the necessary amount to be jolly but not aggressive... Well, I had a great time until someone came, very smart dressed, posh people again, and told the guys he wanted to introduce to them to three gorgeous women. I knew John was joking but I still felt hurt when he jumped:

• "Oh, yeah, please, sir, can I have one, can I have one?", all the guys laughed, knowing John’s ways, all except Paul. Paul only looked at me and did something I will always be grateful to him for. He just went to the girls and started chatting up to them to take them away from John. John, as soon as the girls were out of his sight, immediately forgot about them, so drunk he was getting. Thank you, Paul, thank you, I thought and went to John.

• "John, I want to go back to the hotel, I’m tired", he looked at me, or rather, through me and said:
• "Look for Nel!", it hurt again although I was becoming used to John’s mood when he drank. So I looked for Neil and told him I wanted to go to sleep. He agreed:
• "Yeah, we’d better because we have to go to Miami tomorrow... Maybe it is time for the boys to wind up too", he left to gather the boys and I was left alone, thinking of Miami, the highlight of the trip for me. I pictured myself at the beach, sunbathing... Something I had been missing terribly ever since I left Spain. Neil came back alone. "They’re not coming, luv, but let’s go. Mal will take care of them", I looked at John but he was talking to George and he didn’t see me. I hoped Mal could also take care of John alone. Well, Paul could get him away from the girls. We left. Almost immediately after sliding under the sheets of the bed, I fell asleep.

I didn’t know when John came home but when I woke up the next morning, he was there, with an arm around my waist and all his hair in a mess. I looked at my watch. 9.30. I thought it was the right time to wake up John and put him to packing if we wanted to make it to the airport in time. I kissed him softly on his cheek:

• "John, love, wake up", he made a strange noise but went on sleeping. John was really hard to wake up in the mornings but I didn’t mind putting up with all his rage if that meant we could make it in time for Miami. I shook him: "John...", he turned round and opened his eyes. He saw me. A weak smile appeared on his face.
• "Mornin’, luv... hell! Hope this headache goes off before we catch the train!", then he pushed me towards him and kissed me. John really couldn’t drink and in those early days, John drank a lot. Fortunately, Brian knocked on our door a few minutes after I had woken up John. He was hurrying the guys up. We had to be at the station at around 1.00 p.m. "Ah, plenty of time, Eppy!", John told him through the closed door.
• "Oh, I know you, Lennon", was Brian’s response. "Oh, Vicky, please, don’t let him be late".
• "Alright; I promise, Brian"; I said, laughing now through the closed door. John was pulling faces and he knew I went crazy at that.

It didn’t take us long. John had a shower while I packed and when he was done, then I had a shower and he packed. At 12.30 we were joining the others at the lobby of the plaza ready to go.

• "Say bye to New York, luv", George told me. It hadn’t struck me that this was the last time we were straying in New York. So I looked around... Would I ever be back in New York? With the Beatles or without, but would I be back? My relationship with John was going on well and he was doing well too, I mean, he had money. Maybe, someday...

And by 1.30 p.m., the plane was leaving New York. The flight was long and boring and the boys did the same things they usually did during trips, they played cards, read or slept and sometimes John and Paul sat together and songwrote a little. I did the same this time. I didn’t play cards nor I songrwrote, but observed Paul and Ringo play. When I got tired, I joined John and George who were obviously talking about going home, especially George. I was shocked:

• "Don’t you really want to go to Miami, then?", he turned around, puzzled, because neither of them knew I was hearing. He laughed, once the shock was over:
• "Blame your lovely friend", he told me, "I miss her and bloody hell I can’t put through to her".
• "You’re obsessed, both of ya!", John butted in, "I’m sure Paul had talked to Eli alright, eh Macca?", he said rising his voice so that Paul who was a couple of rows behind, playing with Ringo, could hear him. Paul lifted up his head:
• "Shurrup, Lennon! I’m trying to concentrate", he said, looking back at his hand of cards. We shrugged. But I would have to ask Paul anyway, if he was again on speaking terms to me.

When we arrived in Miami, once again I found the repetition of the same scene I had lived and seen so many times so far. There were thousands of fans waiting, mostly girls. There were some limousines waiting outside the airport and we were immediately pushed into them. I was separated from John but I was lucky to be with Neil and Mal. At least they were familiar faces. Outside the limousine, some motorcycles were riding on each side. I felt like a princess!

• "Oh, hell! Isn’t it hot, here!", said Neil. And yes it was. I t was a really sunny day and I was still wearing some winter clothes from New York. I just wanted to go to the hotel and change into more appropriate clothes.

Oh, the hotel was just MARVELLOUS. First row in front of the beach! Like I had always dreamt to be. The sea and the beach could be seen from my window. This was heaven. I made up my mind. This time, I wouldn’t accompany the guys to the rehearsals, like in New York. This time I would stay at the beach, sunbathing and relaxing, listening to the radio or reading, but I wouldn’t miss that for anything in the world. I was still looking out of the window when John came to my side and started looking out of the window too:

• "Isn’t it lovely", he said. I looked at him. He was lovely! His hair shone with the sun rays, and he had the most incredible eye lashes I had always seen. They were so long! And it was more noticeable now I could see his profile.
• "I love you", I told him. I couldn’t help it, that was what I felt and I had to tell him. It wasn’t that he didn’t know already, but just seeing him there, so sexy... I had to. He turned to me and held my face between his hands. He kissed me.
• "I love you too", he said, and without a blink we ended up in bed. The window was opened, and we could hear the noises of the seagulls. It was so romantic! I also loved hearing the waves. John kissed me all over my face before starting to undress me. His kisses were really sweet. I loved that man. But anyway, I couldn’t concentrate. Out in the corridor some voices were heard, lots of people coming up and down, steps, blows... everything. John felt just like myself. "Oh, bloody hell! What the fuck is going on outside?", he said still with his mouth just a few inches away from mine. I just smiled.
• "I don’t know and I don’t care, John", I started to kiss him again but at that very same moment someone knocked on our door. John was to start swearing again but I shut him up putting a finger on his lips. "Shhh! Tonight we make love. Go open the door", I said with a smile. He kissed my finger and went to open the door. There was George, Paul, Brian, Ringo, Mal, Neil and a couple of other guys whose faces were familiar but whom I couldn’t put a name to.
• "What the hell you’re doing here, Murray? Didn’t have enough accompanying us that you have to come to the same hotel as us?", John asked.
• "Not only that, pal!", said George, "he insist on sharing the room with me", we all roared with laughter. "Hey, I’m serious". They all came in and John looked at me with a hopeless look. If he had hoped he could have got rid of them and then make love, then he was absolutely wrong. Paul went to John and took him to a corner of the room. They started talking. I pretended I wasn’t looking, but I was. Some others went to the windows and the rest just left when they realised nothing interesting was going on.

• "Paul has talked to Eli", he suddenly told me. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for news about Edu and Eli. "He said she sounded a little bit upset but wouldn’t say anything over the phone". My heart jumped.
• "OH, God! Something serious must have happened, George. What can we do?"
• "Don’t overreact, Vicky. If something really serious has happened, we’ll know. I’ve told Brian and he’s going to do his best to find out before we come back to London. If still he is unsuccessful, then we’ll have to wait."

Oh, I was almost in tears. Edu was in trouble. I knew it. Well, I had to try. I looked up at my watch, 2.30, that was... Oh, that was late at night in England, maybe not a good time to phone Eli. But I would try as soon as I thought the time would be Ok.

Their plans for that evening were meeting more people, American acts they were great fans of. Then it was supposed to be another night out. I told John:

• "John, so are you going out tonight?", John just looked at me as though he didn’t understand the question.
• "Of course!", well, he didn’t know what I meant. I was sure of that. I felt disappointed and my face showed it. He stroked my face. "Hey! What’s wrong? We’re here to have fun, aren’t we? Not everything must be concerts and more concerts...", he definitely didn’t know what I meant. I doubted where to tell him but I decided I’d better not. I just forced a weak smile.
• "Ok, yeah, that’s right".
• "You’re coming, aren’t ya?"
• "No... I’m tired", I lied. I didn’t want my disappointment to show. He didn’t remember I had told him I wanted to make love to him that night. Anyway, on the other hand, that would be good, so I could phone Eli and ask her about Edu and what was going on there. John looked at me deeply in the eyes.
• "Do you want me to stay?", YES!!!, I would have liked to say, but it wasn’t a good idea. I didn’t want to force John to do anything he didn’t want.
• "No, no, go ahead, John. Enjoy yourself", and so, when the appointment time came, they all went leaving me behind with a couple of guys I didn’t know, maybe security men from the hotel.

I had dinner at the restaurant of the hotel. When I first went down there, I was in shorts and a top, so hot it was. But when I poked my head at the door and I saw so many posh couples having dinner there, all well dressed and in their best clothes, I went up to my room to change. I hadn’t brought many smart dresses, but I had a couple of skirts that would do. I decided on a black skirt, knee length, and a matching top. I applied make up and combed my hair in the style of fashion. Then I was ready to go down to dinner.

The two men that had been hired as my bodyguards were at the bar keeping an eye on me, but I was left alone, which I was grateful for. I wondered where Maureen Cleave could be. I had lost her track when we went to Washington and I hadn’t seen her ever since.

After dinner, I went to phone Eli and Edu. Well, it was early morning in England and I guessed being Thursday here and Friday there, maybe someone would be woken up. Eli had exams so I decided to give it a try. Two tones, three... and at the fourth tone someone picked up the phone.

• "Hello?", oh, great! It wasn’t Tessa’s voice! It was Eli’s!
• "Eli!! It’s me, Vicky! God, I’ve been trying to put throughout to you ever since we’ve been on the States. How’s everything?", there was this awkward silence on the other line. Then I felt something was wrong.
• "Vicky, we can’t talk about this on the phone. Don’t worry too much anyway, Edu and I are both alright... It’s only that..."
• "What??!! Go on, Eli, tell me, please!!"
• "No, I can’t, Vicky. I’ll tell you when you come back. I’ll be there at the airport, no matter what, OK? Paul told me you’re coming in a couple of weeks, so we’ll talk then".

I was left with that unpleasant feeling in my stomach. She had said they both were alright. Then, what on Earth was going on?

• "Can I talk to Edu, then?"
• "No. Look, Vicky, I must be going to university, I have exams. Don’t worry to much and enjoy your visit to the States. Take care of Paul and give my regards to John. Must hung up now. See you. Bye":
• "Bye", I said before hearing her hung up. I had sorted out nothing. Well,, at least I knew she and Edu were alright but then, what could have possibly happened?

I went up to my room and tried to sleep but I tossed and turned and couldn’t close my eyes. The noise of the waves breaking on the beach was relaxing but somehow I only wanted John to come and talk to him.

I changed my position in bed, but nothing, I couldn’t sleep either. I got up and looked out of the window. It was a beautiful starry night. The beach was empty and I hoped I could enjoy some relaxing and sunbathing the next day, or why not tonight? The night was marvellous and John and the Beatles wouldn’t be arriving until quite late in the morning. Without a blink, I took a beach towel, changed into comfortable and casual clothes, and went downstairs.

There were some guards at the entrance. Obviously, word had spread that the Beatles were staying there and so they wanted to avoid a mob scene. I had to talk to them, otherwise, they wouldn’t recognise me and I wouldn’t be able to enter the hotel. I addressed one of the big guys:

• "Excuse me, Sir, I’m going out for a while, My name’s Vicky and I’m with them".
• "Them?", I was puzzled. I had assumed they would understand immediately who I meant.
• "Yeah, the Beatles".
• "Oh, the British group", said anther guardian. They then made room for me to walk past and I was relieved they had soon recognised who I meant. To walk out of the hotel without thousands of screaming girls waiting, or photographers everywhere or press was like coming back to my normal life in Spain.

Out on the beach I spread my towel and sat down holding my knees for a moment. It was a little bit cool, but thankfully I had brought a cardigan with me. But then I lied on my back watching the stars. Oh, that was heaven! I closed my eyes and started thinking of my life so far. I could have been a mum if everything had worked out alright. But now I couldn’t have children any more. Never! Nor with John or with any other man. And the Beatle thing was also something good to have into consideration. They were becoming very famous. And I didn’t want them to be very famous. All the models, stars, actresses and gorgeous women already went for them, and I was just a normal girl from the east of Spain. Nothing special, gorgeous or wonderful. Nothing John could not find anywhere else. And suddenly I was scared. John could have any woman on Earth. ANY. Girls would only throw themselves out at his feet just for a simple look at them from him. What could I do to keep him? I couldn't do anything really.

I fell asleep. When I woke up, there was somebody by my side. I didn’t recognise where I was at first or who the figure was that was standing next to me. Then I suddenly recognised I was at the beach in Miami. I turned around and saw John laying next to me.

• "You are finally awake", he told me, still watching the stars.
• "What are you doing here?", he turned to look at me.
• "When I went to our room and saw you were not there, I got bloody scared. Then I went downstairs and the guards told me where you were", I smiled at him. He kissed me.
• "Lovely night, isn’t it?", I told him.
• "Yeah, lovely... just like you", he laughed. Then he came to kiss me and his kisses were getting more passionate every time until I felt his hands stroking my body and I started to feel aroused. I moaned and tried to stop him. He resisted but I was finally able to get away from him. He looked surprised.
• "John, we’re in the open air!"
• "So what?", he looked around. "There’s nobody around, luv... Haven’t you ever made love on a beach before?", my face showed I hadn’t and John laughed. He knew I hadn’t because he was the one I had lost my virginity to. "You’ll like it, then, luv. Remember that you promised me we would make love tonight", I couldn’t believe it! John hadn’t forgotten!! I was so glad that I jumped to kiss him like desperate.
• "Oh, John", and kissed him thousands of times.
• "Hey, hey, luv!", he said when we stopped for air, "so soon you’ve changed your mind?", I laughed a lot and let John undress me. The air was cool, but John’s hands were really warm and pretty soon I was all turned on and hot from John’s caresses. John undressed himself and was soon on top of me kissing my eyes, my nose and all over my face like he usually did. I didn’t worry that, just like I had done, some other residents would fancy a walk by the beach at that time of the night. When John moved down to my stomach and then to my belly, I was already moaning with pleasure and I could hardly move. John was shacking a little and I assumed he was a little bit cold so I rolled on top of him and started doing to him the same he had done to me. I first kissed his lovely face and then I kissed his neck. Then I moved to his lovely chest, with no hairs on it, so it was sheer pleasure, for both of us. I licked his nipples a little and then went down to his belly too. John couldn’t take it any more, he grabbed my waist and pushed me on top of him. I sat down and then he made love to me. With his two strong hands he was holding me while I was up and down with John inside me. This time, neither John nor I closed our eyes. We were staring at reach other's eyes and I could see love in his eyes. I really loved him and I could see he loved me too.

Still with John inside, he held me tight and rolled on top of me, so now I was lying on the towel and John was making love to me from the top.

• "Oh, baby, please... please... keep moving....ah!", that was me. And, then, finally, John pushed a little bit harder and just the feeling of his liquid inside me was enough to make me come. I came a couple of seconds after John and then we both lied there exhausted, breathing hard.

• "Let’s have a bath, luv!", we both ran towards the water. John dived the second he touched the water, I just stopped as soon as I put my feet in it. It was freezing! When John came out from the deep, he laughed. "Go ‘ead, luv! Don’t think of it too much or you’ll never come in!", he shouted from inside. Seeing that I wouldn’t move, he started throwing water at me. I laughed a bit but still wouldn’t go. So I saw John coming out for me and I started to run towards the sand but John was quicker and got me. We both were soon rolling on the sand and laughing like mad. In a moment of calm, with John on top of me kissing me softly on the mouth, he told me: "I love you".
• "I love you too, John", and we kissed.

The next day was hectic for the boys too. They had lots of things to do but I decided not to accompany them and stay at the beach. Neil offered himself to be with me and Mal went with the Beatles.

We almost spent the day at the beach. Neil liked the sun, but not as much as I did and we had to put a sunshade for Neil to be under. But we both had a great time. Neil was really nice and I was getting very used to his presence.

• "Why don’t we go inside a little, luv? This sun is bloody burning me...", I had to laugh. Those British! But I said:
• "You go, Neil. I want to be here"
• "Oh, no, no, no, my sweet lady. John would kill me if he hears I left you here alone".
• "I’ll be alright, Neil. Just go inside and when you feel like it, you go out again with me", he didn’t seem very convinced but he finally gave in and so I was soon left alone.

Once alone I started to think. I for sure was having a great time with the boys. Well, girls would only pay thousands of pounds just to have the chance of looking at one of them, and here I was, in love with one, loved by one and friends with at least one more. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the friends I had left behind in England. I knew something had happened and I couldn’t enjoy the trip knowing that Edu maybe needed me. When Neil came back to see how I was, I had already made up my mind.

• "Neil", I said not sure about what the answer would be. He nodded, waiting for the question, "do you think I could heave for England before the boys do it?", he looked at me as though I had lost my mind. Well, I knew that would be shocking and that was only Neil, imagine when I told John.
• "Why?", and then I told him. He obviously didn’t know anything about my friends and he soon understood but when I was finishing my speech he was shaking his head. "I don’t know how John will take this".
• "He’ll understand, Neil. He likes Edu very much too. Please, promise me you’ll do your best to find a flight for me", he went on shaking his head.
• "I can’t do anything until you’ve talked to John. But once you’ve done it and he agrees, then I’ll do my best", I smiled at him.

We had lunch together and after lunch I went back to the beach to keep on sunbathing and thinking. and well, John would understand. He and Edu had been friends for as long as he and I had been involved and that had been going on for some months now, And George would be glad I was doing it because he was also worried that he couldn’t talk to Edu either. Well, I just wanted the boys to come back to tell him.

By early evening, when the sun was already setting, I decided to go back to the hotel and had a shower. Neil had already gone. By early afternoon the beach had become almost empty and although he told me he would keep an eye on me from a window, he knew I was safe. So, as soon as I entered the room I headed for the bathroom and had a shower. I couldn’t believe it!. When I came out of the bathroom, I realised I was tanned, more than tanned, my skin had a sort of reddish colour, but that was OK, I looked prettier with a red shadow on my face.

I was till looking at myself in the mirror when I heard the door open and some laughers enter the room. The boys were back. Then John started to whistle. The whistles approached and John knocked on the door.

• "Luv, you there?", he asked me through the closed door. I didn’t answer, I just opened the door instead. I was in my bathrobe but I had dried and combed my hair. I tried to smile at John. "As lovely as usual", he finished, and leaned to kiss me. I tried to kiss him normally but something inside me wouldn’t let me. It was now or never,. I had to tell him I was leaving to be with Edu. Somehow, John noticed I wasn’t as usual and told me: "Anything wrong?", I walked away from him and sat on the bed. He came to me and sat on the bed too. He was looking at me with a bewildered look on his face. I didn’t want to worry him more than necessary, so I just tried to sound normal. I looked at him and forced a smile:
• "John, how much longer are you going to stay in America before going back to London?", he was somehow relieved with the question.
• "Not sure, luv. One more week, I think. Why?", he smiled one of his lovely mischievous grins. "You don’t want to come back home, do you?", I wasn’t joking.
• "No, John, it’s just that I want to go to England to be with Edu. I know she needs me. I can sense something wrong has happened... and I want to catch a plane as soon as possible and go back to England." John looked at me as though he didn’t know me.
• "What are you talking about, Vicky? No way you’re doing alone all that long way to England...", now it was me who was puzzled.
• "Why? I’m alright. Neil can arrange everything and so I can be in England the day after tomorrow or in two days... John, I’m alright, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine... And we’ll be together in a week", John looked down at the floor.
• "But hell! I want you with me. I want you to be here with me", I touched his arm.
• "John, Edu needs me. I know. And anyway, you’ve got your concerts and all this gimmick and we’re not together for as long as we want...", John was thoughtful. He wouldn’t lift up his head to look at me. But then, when I less expected it, he did it. He looked at me and touched my cheek. Without a word, he kissed me softly on the lips and getting away a few inches from them, he whispered:
• "Edu must be proud of having friends like you", one more kiss and then he finished. "Alright, I’ll talk to Brian. I’m going to see if he’s available now, before meeting all this people and stuff. Stay here, luv, I’m gonna look for him".

I was left alone in the room. I was confident that Brian would find a plane for me as soon as possible. The minutes I spent alone in the room seemed hours to me. I went out to the corridor, but it was full of people and I didn’t want to meet up with them. Outside the windows, I could hear the girls screaming and shouting the Beatles’ names. I tried to look out of the window without being seen and I saw "JOHN" written on the sand. Oh, no! Of all the Beatles, I had to see JOHN written.

After what I thought had been a couple of hours (but it probably had been 45 minutes or so), John, George, Brian and Neil entered the room. I looked at John and he looked at me. He didn’t smile and I started thinking that maybe Brian couldn’t find a plane. But Brian said:

• "Vicky, are you sure you want to go?", I nodded. He then went on. "Look, I’ve made some telephone calls to find a plane for you. I’ve been able to find one that flies tomorrow evening from here to new York. There you have to stop and catch another one that will take you directly to London. The plane tickets will be ready tomorrow morning". Uau! Brian for sure did a good job. He went on, "So, Vicky, be up tomorrow at around 10, and Neil will go with you for the tickets", I nodded and not having anything else to say, Brian and Neil left the room. George came to me but John remained ,moody and silent.
• "Vicky, please, tell Edu how much I love her, will you? And if it is true that something wrong has happened, please, let me know. I’ll be on the next plane to her", I smiled. George loved her a lot. George stroked my hair and got up. "Anyway, we’ll talk tomorrow before you leave", and with that he left the room. Now John and I were alone.
• "Fuck! I don’t want you to leave!", he finally said once George had walked out the door. I understood him. I didn’t want to be separated from him, either. Our relationship was more intense than ever. That was before it started to break up, but then., we were very much in love. We both felt the need to be together and to think that we would spend a week without each other was too painful.
• "John, I love you like mad, but you’ll understand Edu needs me", he came to me and kissed me. Then he whispered in my ear:
• "I want to make love to you, now! I don’t know if we’ll have time tomorrow. We’ve to rehearse for the show and you’re leaving in the evening...", I was feeling just as aroused as he was feeling, so, in the spur of the moment, in a sudden jump, I got up and took my top out over my head. John, still sitting on the bed, kissed my stomach while he unzipped my shorts, holding my waist with both his hands. I ran my fingers through his hair, which he was wearing longer every time. When he pulled my shorts down, he started with my knickers. Now his kisses had gone down from my stomach to my belly. He knew how I liked the way he played with my belly button, so he was teasing it with his tongue and I was starting to feel weak in my legs. I left my head hang backwards while I moaned and then he pushed me down onto the bed. I stretched my arms over my head and observed how he took his T-shirt out over his head and unzipped his trousers. He was smiling mischievously at me, and God did I love that guy! When he pulled his trousers down and began with his underwear, I was really excited. And John was too because when he pulled his underwear down, I could see he had a tremendous hard-up. There it was his wonderful dick, pointing menacingly at me. John leaned to lie on top of me and held my head between his hands. Then, with one hand, he stroked my hair and he started to kiss me all over my face. He kissed my mouth and the tip of my nose and he even kissed my tongue when I stuck it out to lick his thin lips. Then he went down to the neck, kissing it with strong kisses and licking it softly. And then I felt him entering in me. I was so wet of how much I loved him that I was ready ever since the moment he had entered the room. He went in and out in and out with soft groans while drawing the line of my waist with one hand and squeezing my nipple with the other. Meanwhile he went on kissing me. "Love ya, babe, ohhhh, babe, love ya, wanna fuck ya, yeah... fuck ya....!", I was so aroused that it took me a couple of minutes of John saying those things to me to come. And I came with a loud AAAAAHHHH! That I thought everybody had to have heard. John went on for a couple of minutes more and then he did something he had never done before, when he was about to come, he took his dock out of me and threw all his lovely liquid on my belly, filling me with the white cream and making a pool in my belly button. Then he threw himself on the bed to lie next to me and breathing hard he told me: "I’m gonna miss you, luv", I tried to play with him little, just to weaken the situation. So I laughed and said:
• "No, what you’re going to miss is this", he laughed too and turned to kiss me.
• "Yeah, this too", one more kiss and then he tapped my butt, "alright, luv, go to the bathroom. I’ve got to go in a couple of minutes".
• "Where?", I couldn’t think why John couldn’t spend the night with me.
• "The hotel is organising something for us, luv, with some American acts and stuff...", he paused a little bit and then added: "I’d like you to come. It’s our final night together, so, please, come", he was right. I agreed.

I chose the other skirt I had brought with me and a black top that highlighted the tan I had got at the beach. John whistled when he saw me. I think that, being all dressed in black and with my black hair and everything, I somehow reminded him of the beatniks he had met in Hamburg, Astrid and her friends. He wore a suit.

The night was fun. At least I had a great time. There ere some comedians there that made me laugh a lot. John laughed a lot with them too and in one occasion he and Ringo were brought up to the stage the hotel had prepared especially for the occasion. And I laughed more with John and with Ringo. Ringo was a natural clown, but boy was he nice!

Then dinner was brought. I was sat at a table with John, Ringo, Paul, George, Brian and Mal and Neil. The only woman at the table was me. When the waiter came to bring the menu, I was surprised that the boys didn’t want to have dinner:

• "Only for her", John informed the waiter. "We’ve already been filled", the waiter wrote down on a little notepad all the things I needed and went away. I looked at John questioning him with my eyes but it was Brian who informed me that the Beatles had been guests at a mansion and that the owner had prepared lots of food for the boys to have, so they were full. I laughed, then, and while the guys drank, I had dinner. I didn’t want to stay long after dinner because I had to wake up early the next day. So, after a while, I said goodbye to the boys and went up to my room. John came with me but he stopped at the door. I looked at him. He was serious. He leaned to kiss me and said: "You need to rest, luv. I’m gonna leave you alone. You have to be up early tomorrow morning, so we’ll talk before you go", one more kiss, "Remember that I love you".