• "Edu?"
• "Hell, Vicky. You should have told me you had changed your address. You can’t imagine how long it’s taken me to find your new house!", she smiled a little more. "People thought I was another crazy fan and were not very keen on telling me where John lived now. Thank God Eli still lives in the same address!", I was speechless. I had mixed emotions at the moment. I was really glad to see my friend so happy again and in England but I was also in a deep state of anxiety not knowing how the Beatles would react when they came back from the tour and saw her here. Seeing that I didn’t react, she had to bring me back to reality. "Vicky, may I in?", then I reacted and made room for her to enter. I helped her with some bags. She stepped in and looked around her. "God, Vicky, the Beatles are really doing well", I was back to reality by then.
• "Well, we are still decorating the house. I live, so to speak, upstairs while the workers work here..."
• "Oh, now I understand why I couldn’t recognise who had opened the gates for me...", now I understood. One of the workers might have gone to the gates to open them seeing that I probably was too dumb to open them from inside the house.

I led Edu upstairs and directed her towards my own room, the bedroom John and I shared.

• "Edu... We’ll have to share the bed until John comes back. But tomorrow first thing we’ll go out to buy a bed for you".
• "Oh, Vicky, I don’t want to be a disturbance...", I was beginning to drop out the puzzlement and was beginning to feel the excitement of having Edu back.
• "Oh, no, Edu. I’m so glad you’re here. We have so many things to talk about".
• "Thank Goodness, Vicky", she told me. "I was beginning to think so much luxury had made you dumb or something. You didn’t react!", we both laughed and hugged each other.

I helped her unpack her cases while she updated me with the reason for her to be back in England.

• "My mum is completely recovered and I was feeling useless there, so I decided to come back. What I didn’t know is that the Beatles were on tour... had I known I would have come later."
• "No, Edu, it’s better this way", I said while taking a framed pictured of the four Beatles out of her case. "God, I don’t know how they would have reacted", we laughed again. But then Edu became serious again.
• "Is George still going out with Pattie?", I nodded. "Shit! I don’t know if he’ll be glad to see me, then..."
• "He will, Edu, I can assure you. And Paul and John will go bonkers when they see you", then I suddenly remembered. "Oh, and have you heard "Any Time At All"?", she shook her head, of course, because she didn’t have the Beatles latest record so I rushed towards a room John and I had decided it would be the music room and took A Hard Day’s Night , the record. I showed it to Edu. She scanned the cover and the back:
• "They’re gorgeous, Vicky. Put it on! Have you got a gramophone or something?", I nodded. John being a musician, that was one of the first things we brought to Kenwood. I put the needle in search of "Any Time At All" and soon the room was filled with the music. We both listened to it and I watched Edu every now and then. She was touched and by when the song was finished, she had two tears running down her face.
• "Edu, this song is for you... isn’t it lovely?"
• "It is, Vicky., Oh, I’m looking forward to hugging John and Paul. I’ve been missing them so much".

We immediately started making plans. First thing was going for Eli and going shopping. We needed a bed for Edu. Once John was back, there was no way she could be sleeping in the same room as us. We also ended up buying lots of clothes, as usual, and we went back home laughing as hysterics and full of bags.

The phone was ringing when we entered.

• "Fans?", asked Edu. I shook my head.
• "No, it’s impossible. Only the Beatles and people in their inner circle know that we’ve moved and that we have this telephone number". I picked it up. "Hello?"
• "’ello, luv, ‘ere yer favourite Beatle speaking (‘ope so, though), hee! Hee!", it was John, of course. An instinctive smile was drawn on my face. I looked at Edu and she smiled too. She came to me to try to listen to my conversation. "How’s everything over there, luv? Are the workers behaving themselves, no one’s tried to get ya?", I rolled my eyes. Typical John. Edu laughed and I gestured for her to shut up, I didn’t want John to know so soon that Edu had come back. "Hey! What’s tha’?" I hear some laughter!"
• "Oh, nothing, John. It’s just that, well, I have a little surprise for you guys when you come back".
• "A surprise? Oooh! I love surprises!", he said, taking off the voice of an old man. I laughed and said:
• "Ok, John, where are you now?"
• "Oh, in Kansas City, my love. This was supposed to be our day off but ya know, this Eppy..."
• "When are you coming back?"
• "Not so long now, luv. Ya’ll see. Must go now,. This Macca is just jumping over me and I ‘ave to get me own back... Love ya. Take care!", and hang up.
• "well?", wanted to know Edu impatiently.
• "I didn’t tell him anything, of course, but he said they’re coming back soon", I saw Edu make strange face.
• "Uau! Vicky, I don’t know if I’m ready to face George. John and Paul will be easy to handle, they are friends of mine, but George..."
• "Alright, we have to think of something..."

And that was how we spent the next few days, making plans and thinking of reactions towards a positive reaction from George or a negative reaction.

The news announced the Beatles were coming in a couple of days. Edu’s anxiety grew by seconds and I decided it wasn’t a good idea to go to the airport. Edu agreed. Among all the girls, reporters, journalists and confusion, Edu wouldn’t be able to see properly George’s reaction so we both decided to wait at home. Eli would go.

The day finally arrived. John hadn’t told me anything, as usual, but we found out via the news that their plane would arrive more or less at 9.30 a.m. Not that it wasn't too early, we couldn’t sleep a blink that night, but we both knew what followed, Pictures here and there, a press conference after the arrival, questions, fans screaming... John wouldn’t be home until more or less midday. So, while I prepared breakfast, Edu watched the news. It was absolutely about the Beatles, and it showed again and again their arrival.

God, John was so sexy. He was wearing dark sunglasses and was holding a bag with his name. Edu screamed when she saw them and I laughed:

• "You’ve become another crazy fan".
• "Can’t avoid it, Vicky... Look! Isn’t that Eli?", Yes, it was. Someone had given her a bunch of flowers and she was caught by the camera standing near Paul. We saw them. Now the Beatles and Eli, Brian, Mal And Neil were directed towards a limousine and they jumped in among a crazy crowd. They wouldn’t be long to be home. "Do you think George will come?", she asked me. I shook my head.
• "Ah, ah, don’t count on that, and believe me, it’s better that way. It’s better to be shocking one by one rather than wipe out the whole Beatles at once", I laughed at my own joke but Edu remained serious.

The time before John was finally home was longer than ever. Edu was so nervous that she hardly had a bite in the whole morning.

We finally heard the door unlock. I jumped and Edu just let out a little scream. I went towards the door to meet John, that way he wouldn’t see Edu before planned.

Oh, there he was. So sexy. As usual, his hair was longer any time but my heart sank all the same every time I saw him after a long time. He was looking around him, no wonder because the hall was painted and half furnished and when John left it was only an empty room. But I couldn’t help it.

• "JOHN!!!", I shouted, throwing myself at his arms. John hugged me and swung me around. I couldn’t even remember that Edu was in the next room, all nervous, and wanting to get over this as soon as possible. We kissed for a long time and when we came up for air John told me:
• "hell, luv, I love coming ‘ome to ya. Ya really know how to make me feel at ‘ome", I laughed and slapped his shoulder. He smiled too and went on: "Well, this looks nice... Is this the surprise you had fer me?", and then everything came to me all of a sudden. I remembered that Edu was waiting for us in the kitchen.
• "Oh, no, John. The surprise is in the kitchen".
• "Tha kitchen, luv? What is it? A bloody pudding?", I laughed again but took him by the hand and directed him towards the kitchen. "hey, me bags!", he told me.
• "Oh. Forget your bags, John. I’m sure you’ll like this more", when we were at the entrance I told him, "Alright, close your eyes".
• "Alright, alright", he closed his eyes and then I told Edu with my hands to come to the door. When she was standing a couple of feet away from John I told him:
• "Ok, you can open your eyes", he opened his eyes and I saw his whole complexion become pale.
• "Bloody ‘ell...", he muttered. Edu was smiling, but I could see she was touching her hands a bit too much. She was dead nervous. Since any of them said a word, I had to speak up for them:
• "John, do you remember Edu?", his face was still unchanged, but then he suddenly seemed to jump to life.
• "For fuck’s sake, Edu! How are ya, luv? Oh, bloody fucking ‘ell, luv. You look so nice...", he went to her and hugged her, which made me feel quite jealous, but I soon forgot my jealousy caught up in the excitement of the moment.
• "Oh, John", I heard Edu say while kissing John on the cheek. "I’ve been missing you so much...", John stretched his arms and observed her.
• "Luv, ya are smashing. God, you’ve won a little bit of weight... but in the right places, I must say...", Edu laughed and I did too but inside I wasn’t liking so many compliments. "Go on, luv, do tell me everything", we all sat down and Edu updated John with the latest news. She was back, if everything worked out fine with George, for good. If not, then she would stay a little bit in England but would soon be back in Spain.

• "Oh, guys...", Edu said, "you’re not paying too much attention to what I’m saying".
• "Oh, God, sorry, luv, but ya’ll understand...", said John. "I haven’t seen this beauty in a long time and..."
• "Go ahead, we’ll talk tomorrow", said Edu getting up and heading outside the kitchen. John and I couldn’t even wait to be alone. He put me sitting on his lap but facing him and started kissing me passionately.
• "I’ll love you, baby, I’ve missed your body so bad, babe...", John told me in between kisses. I got up and unzipped my trousers. John kissed my stomach and unzipped his trousers too. I could now see his tremendous hard-up and when he pulled down his underwear, his dick was there for me. "Come ‘ere!", he ordered. I went to him again and sat down on his lap again, but this time, with his dick inside me.
• "Ohhhhh!", I moaned. I was so aroused. Almost a month without seeing John was enough to be really aroused now. He grabbed my waist strongly and pushed me up and down. I could feel his dick doing wonders to my body and I just couldn’t stop moaning. Then I felt an urgent need of having John sucking my nipples, so I took my top out and let my tits to the open air. John saw them and immediately did what I wanted without having to tell him. He stuck his tongue out and passed it in circles around one nipple. He got rid of my waist and with one hand he stroked my other tit. I left my head hang backwards.
• "Oh, girl... Ya’re just driving me mad..."
• "OH, yeah, Johnny, love... Ohhh...", I was really aroused and in a couple of seconds I felt the waves of the orgasm coming to me. "Ahhhh...", I grabbed his neck and kissed him passionately on the mouth. He kissed me back but didn’t come. I just stood there, not moving, breathing hard, while John caressed my hair. I kissed him and got up: "You haven’t come, have you?"
• "No, I haven’t. But we ‘aven’t finished, ‘ave we?", I looked at him half happy half puzzled. He smiled one of his wonderful mischievous grins and grabbing my waist, lifted me up. I wrapped his waist with my legs and he led me to our bedroom. There he let me go onto the bed and in a couple of seconds he had separated my legs and was licking me out passionately. After an orgasm, I usually felt dry, but that day. Maybe because I hadn’t seen John in a long time, I started to feel aroused pretty soon again. John’s tongue was doing me wonders and when I was about to come again, he suddenly stopped, and turning me upside down on the bed and lifting my ass, he made love to me again. "Uhhh, luv... I love yer ass...", we were both breathing really hard. John grabbed my waist strongly and every now and then he squeezed my tits or slid a hand over my belly. I knew when John was coming because he started to use the expressions he used in his songs: "Oh, yeah, babe, oh yeah, yeah, ahhhhhh", and then I felt all his liquid filling me up inside. He fell over me and we both fell on the bed. He caressed my hair and kissed my head. After a couple of minutes there resting, he said: "Let’s tidy up all this mess". I laughed a little and went to the bathroom. When I came back, he went into it and I waited for him in bed with the lights off. When he went into bed with me, he lit up a cigarette and smoked it in silence.
• "Where did you learn to do this?", I asked him in an impulse of bravery. When I met John the first time, I knew he was an expert. I assumed he had experience because he had been married (Gosh, he still was! I couldn’t get it through my head!) and had a son. But there were certain things one reckoned had not been learnt in a marriage. He looked at me although I couldn’t see his face:
• "What da ya mean?"
• "I mean, that... You know, I wonder how many times you’ve done this before", he let the smoke go through his nostrils.
• "Hamburg taught me a thing or two, luv..."
• "With Astrid?", I asked, full of jealousy. I still remembered Astrid’s beauty and just the thought of John doing that to Astrid made me sick. He laughed:
• "Oh, no, luv. Astrid was private propriety. No matter how we all fancied her, she was Stu’s".
• "Then?", John’s arm surrounded my waist and started playing with my navel.
• "Ya really want to know, luv? Are ya sure it won’t hurt ye?", my heart beat with strong beats, the ones that almost hurt my chest. Now I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know, but I had started, I was deep into shit but I wanted to know.
• "Yes", he turned again to look at the ceiling and had another drag of his cigarette.
• "Any girl available, luv... There weren’t’ groupies at the time, so it was the show girls or the girls who came to our gigs..."
• "So, there have been thousands of girls before me?", he grabbed my waist again and kissed my face.
• "Hey! What’s this, luv? I love ya, and that’s more than what I felt fer any other girl on Earth, including Cyn...", he kissed me again. "Oh, c’me on, luv. I’ve just come after a long time without being together... don’t spoil it", he was right, although I couldn’t avoid feeling a little bit sad. I know it had been my fault for asking, but still I couldn’t help feeling sad. "We ‘ave more things to worry about", he went on. "The Edu thing. Fuck, gurl! I love the girl, but she's come at the worst time...", that surprised me.
• "Why?"
• "George is to ask Pattie to go to live with ‘im..."
• "Oh, dear!", I said, thinking of poor Edu who was sleeping next door. "What can we do, then?"
• "I’ll phone George tomorrow and they can talk. There’s not much we can do, hon", he kissed me again. "Now sleep. I’m a little bit tired. Good night." Then he turned his back to me and drifted off to sleep. Although it took me longer than him to sleep, I finally drifted off to it too.

• "Did you sleep well?", she asked me as though I was the guest and she the owner of the house.
• "Yeah, you?"
• "No... I couldn’t stop thinking that I was finally in England with the Beatles. I couldn’t believe it! How’s John?"
• "Sleeping. And don’t expect him to be up before afternoon. He must be really tired", the phone started ringing at that precise moment and I went to pick it up. "Hello?"
• "Vicky... This is Paul...", all the weird feeling were back. That uneasiness every time I talked to Paul... Instinctively I looked at the kitchen. Edu was oblivious to everything, slipping her coffee...
• "What do you want, Paul?", I said, rather alert. "John’s sleeping and I don’t want to wake him up, he’s really tired", there was silence for about a couple of seconds and then Paul spoke:
• "I didn’t want to talk to John, luv... I wanted to talk to you", Oh no! Not again. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to any more crap and besides I didn’t want any more problems added to the fact that Edu was here and George was in love with Pattie.
• "Look, Paul, I’ve just waken up and I still feel a little bit groggy. Why don’t you call a little bit later? John will be up by then", I said, ignoring the fact that Paul had told me he didn’t want to talk to him but me.
• "I don’t know what’s wrong with you, bird. Just wanted to know how you were doing and all that. Is that you Spanish birds have no manners?, he was really angry by then and as soon as Paul had said that, I started feeling bad because he was right. There was no reason why I should be so bad to him. I regretted immediately after. Paul was about to hang up:
• "Oh, sorry, Paul, sorry. I’m fine, thanks... it’s just that, well, you can’t imagine how many things have happened while you were away..."
• "Tell me. I’m dying to hear them..."
• "Oh, it’s too long to tell you on the phone".
• "Well, I can go over and we can talk personally...", well, that was not possible but then I had an idea.
• "Alright, bring George if you want... yes, tell him to come, I want to see him", Oh, I almost forgot. "And Ringo, of course".
• "I don’t know about Ringo, you know. Mo is in Liverpool and he might go to visit her, but I’ll take George".
• "Good, Paul. This evening, at around 7.00, alright?"
• "We’ll be there", and we both hung up almost at the same time. Oh, God, what have I done? I hadn’t thought that George would bring Pattie., Oh, poor Edu... And John would kill me when he heard that I had taken the liberty of inviting George without telling him first. I was so deep in my thoughts that I hadn’t realised Edu was there looking at me:
• "Are you alright? Who was that?", I smiled.
• "Paul", she opened up her eyes.
• "God, Vicky... With John here..."
• "Oh, no. Don’t worry, that thing is controlled now.", she came very close to me and almost whispered in my ear.
• "Have you slept with him again?"
• "God, no! Edu, please, don’t ever mention that here again. If John ever found out... I would die, dear. And if you love me, you won’t want me to die, will you?"

John didn’t wake up until well past afternoon. When he did, he didn’t even have breakfast, he just came to kiss me and announced he was going out.

• "John, remember that George and Paul are coming this evening..."
• "Paul?", he said.
• "Yeah, he phoned this morning but I didn’t want to wake you up. He’s coming too."
• "Alright, luv, I’ll be back soon... I just have a couple of things to do...", he kissed me on the mouth, gave a little peck to Edu on her cheek and went out. I wondered what he would have to do, but decided I’d better not know.

Edu and I wanted to have everything prepared by when the boys arrived. We had spent hours rehearsing the things Edu should say to any different reaction from George. We had also bought dinner and we would have it delivered at 22.00 more or less.

I was in the bathroom when they came. Edu would hide somewhere and would appear when she considered it necessary. When I came out from the bathroom they were all giggling and laughing. I didn’t show up and I wondered if they had already seen Edu or not. I couldn’t hear her voice so I assumed they hadn’t seen her yet. They couldn’t stop laughing and I wondered what would be so funny.

Then, suddenly, the laughter stopped. I stood still a couple of feet away from the living room with my heart beating fast in my chest. Nothing, silence. Then I knew Edu was there, that they had seen her. Then I decided to show up.

When I entered the living room, Edu was standing still near the table and George, Paul and John were seated on the sofa with very very weird looks on their faces. They were so weird that I could assure I had never seen John with that face.

I came closer and they heard my footsteps. They turned their faces to me:

• "You should have told us you had a bombshell here at home", said Paul with very very shining eyes.
• "Or that a beauty would appear here out of the blue", said George with the same eyes. John looked at me, then at Edu, then at me again and suddenly he started laughing hysterically. Paul and George started laughing like lunatics immediately after. Edu and I looked at each other. We couldn’t understand what was going on. I couldn’t understand what was going on. I had never seen John (or the boys) that way.

• "hey, Vicky, what’s going on here? What’s wrong with them?", I shrugged. I was as puzzled as she was.
• "I don’t know, Edu, honestly. I’ve never seen them in that state before...", Edu looked at me suspiciously.
• "You sure?"
• "Yes, Edu. I’m as astonished as you are...", then I had an idea. "let’s phone Eli. She must know something and besides, I don’t know why she’s not here".
• "Ok, but they’d better change their attitude or I’ll regret having come back", I looked at her, not believing that and went to the phone. Eli picked it up.
• "Hello?"
• "Eli, Vicky here... Why haven’t you come? Hasn’t Paul told you anything?"
• "But, Vicky... Hasn’t Paul told you? I told him to tell you I would join you later... I’ve just come from university, I had to do some things for next year... I thought Paul had told you..."
• "Paul is acting so strangely, Eli... And John and George too... maybe you know what’s wrong with them...", there was silence for about three seconds.
• "No idea, Vicky, but if you give me half an hour, I’ll go there and find out", I hang up and turned to Edu.
• "She doesn’t know anything either, Edu".

We were both afraid of coming back to the living room. It was as though the boys we used to know had suddenly turned into strangers. I had the feeling I didn’t know John.

But there was silence when we approached the living room. Edu and I looked at each other and I think we both thought the same, that they had left the room. But they hadn’t. When we entered, the scene had changed completely. They were seated in exactly the same position as before, but they were as though they had been working a lot and were resting. The shining eyes had disappeared and they looked sort of tired.

• "John?", I said. I was beginning to feel panic. John was behaving in a very strange way. He turned to me tiredly but didn’t get up. "Would you mind coming for five minutes?"
• "God, do I ‘ave to?", he said, very tiredly. I nodded, Then, like making an effort, he came to me. I took him out of the room, leaving Edu there facing two strange Beatles.
• "Would you mind telling me what’s going on, John?", I asked him when we were well away from the room.
• "Nothing’s going on, luv", he said. John was back to normal, for what I could notice.
• "No?", I said. "Then, why were you laughing so hysterically when I entered the room? Edu?", John didn’t answer. Instead, he looked at me quite fixedly. "Why, John?", I insisted. Then he took my hand and directed me to the bathroom. "What are you doing?", he smiled one of his mischievous grins and unzipped his right boot. He took something from there, something I couldn’t distinguish, but then he lit it up, had a drag and faced me:
• "Luv, I know you don’t smoke, but this will calm you down...", I opened up my eyes in panic. What was that? Was he offering me drugs?
• "What’s that, John?"
• "Nothing bad, luv. Try it, have a drag. I’ll stay here with ya...", he passed me that strange cigarette I had never seen before. I turned my head. I didn’t even want to inhale the smoke that came out of it. The huge scent of grass than seemed to fill up the bathroom was making me dizzy.
• "No, John, no!", I almost shouted.
• "Oh, well, maybe I had to bring Paul here. Paul may convince you to ‘ave it. You and Paul seem to be gear fab between yourselves...", I looked at John as though I didn’t know him. That was the first time I realised John suspected something. He had another drag at the cigarette and went on. "Wha? Nothing to say, ‘aven’t ya, naughty bird? Am I correct, then?", I started to cry. I couldn’t believe it, John was accusing me of something I had never wanted to happen. I was not going to tell him it had actually happened but he knew and he could leave me. I loved John madly and the lump I felt in my throat didn’t let me utter a word. I went running to the door, ready to go up to my room and start packing my things to go to Spain, this time, for good. But John came running after me and put both hands on the door so that I couldn’t open it. I was in the middle of his arms, but I was giving him my back. He then, kissed my head: "I’m sorry, luv, I’m awfully sorry... I’m a bastard, a bloody bastard... Didn’t want to say those things, luv...", silent tears were running down my face. John grabbed my waist and made me face him. He drank my tears and kissed me softly on the lips. His kiss tasted different. He smelt of grass, but I didn’t know if it was because the smoke and the smell of grass had made me a bit dizzy but I was starting to feel aroused. John’s kisses became more passionate and we were soon deep in a French kiss, giving each other our tongues. John unzipped his trousers and then he unzipped mine. He pulled my trousers down without stopping kissing me and then he pulled his down. Grabbing me quite strongly by the waist, he pulled me up and leaned me against the door. There weren’t’ any romantic kisses or any caresses. He just kissed my neck passionately, sliding his tongue all over it and I felt his dick inside me. I started breathing hard: "Ah, ah, ah", John did too. "Oh, yeah, oh", in between he kept on kissing my neck, and sliding his tongue over it. I stroked his lovely mop top and kissed the top of his head. John was still holding against the door and I don’t know how he could continue in that position. I weighed a little at the time. The grass was having an effect on me because never in all my relationship with John had I had such an orgasm. When John noticed I was coming, he put a hand on my mouth because otherwise Edu, George and Paul would have thought John was killing me instead of making love to me. John’s hand on my mouth still turned me on all the more so I had orgasm after orgasm until I couldn’t put it any more. I felt my legs weaker any time, so I was going to put them on the floor when I noticed John coming and filling me up with his liquid. "Ahhh... Ohhh...babe....", we were all sticky. Thank God we were in the bathroom. I went to the shower and John cleaned himself with some towels we had there. "’ope this makes up, luv", I had almost forgotten what he was talking about. Then I remembered.
• "You hurt me, John. You had never talked to me like that... And what was that you were trying to give me?", John looked at me fixedly.
• "A joint", I had never heard the word, so naive I was in those days. John saw my puzzled face and tried to explain to me what it was. "Yeah, a grass cigarette... You should try it, but I swear never again will I force you to do anything you don’t want to, luv".
• "Is that why you were laughing so hysterically when I entered the room?"
• "Yeah"
• "I don’t like it, then", I said. "It changes you, John. You were not the same".
• "Crap, luv"
• "No, you were... I don’t know, you were different".
• "Stoned"
• "I’ll never have it", and I went to the door. John had changed after that tour. I still loved him madly but something was different. He had changed and nothing was the same between the two of us after John’s experience with marijuana.