The next month was pure torture. Pattie called a few times, wanting me to get together with her and George, so he and I could meet. I came up with one lame excuse after another. I just couldn’t face him again, and I didn’t want Pattie to see any uneasiness between us. I was scared of losing her friendship over ‘the incident’. I really missed her company this month. I finally realized, or at least convinced myself, that George probably has had many encounters like that. It probably wasn’t that memorable for him. So when she called me this time, I accepted the invitation. I actually began to look forward to it.

When the night arrived I was very nervous, and not for the reason I would expect. I was simply nervous because I was going to be in the company of these two incredibly sexy people, on their turf. I was afraid I would become tongue-tied or say something totally off the wall. I had to remind myself that this wasn’t a date, just dinner with a good friend.

I chose to dress casually, jeans and a blue blouse. I clipped my hair back and applied a light coat of make-up. I tried not to do anything more than if I was just meeting Pattie for lunch.

I arrived at the Whaddon House and rang the bell of their flat. Pattie answered quickly with her usual bubbly demeanor. "Hi Liz, I am so glad you are here. I can’t wait for you to meet George". She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall after her. She looked striking, in a short, yellow sundress and her hair piled up on her head. I was terrified she could tell how clammy my hand was becoming.

She led me into the sitting room, where George was waiting, and announced me. "George, luv, here she is! My new best friend, Liz"

"It is a pleasure to meet you Liz. Pattie has filled my head with some very nice things about you".

"She has done the same about you, to me. It is very nice to meet you, George" I replied.

"I must see to dinner" Pattie announced as she began bounding out of the room. I yelled out after her "Can I help you in the kitchen?" She replied, "Oh no, you stay and get acquainted".

George invited me to sit down and offered to get me a drink, boy did I need one right now. "Yes please. A scotch and coke, if you have it. Thank you George."

"Two scotch and cokes coming up"

I watched him as he fixed the drinks. He was wearing nice tight jeans and a denim shirt. He was gorgeous. I couldn’t help but imagine my hand sliding up his thigh to that nice, tight rear. As he turned with the drinks I am sure he caught me looking and responded teasingly "Like what you see, luv? My face turned crimson red then he politely changed the subject.

"So you have been keeping my girl occupied and out of trouble for me. I appreciate that".

Pattie came in just then and announced dinner. We had a nice, enjoyable meal with friendly conversation. We discussed music and the arts, business, and a little about our families. That brought the discussion around to my hometown in America and George’s thoughts on my country.

Everything was going very well until I began to thank Pattie again for finding me my new job. And how glad I was to be away from that maniac at the Baro agency. George interrupted "You used to work at the Baro agency?"

Oh no, I thought. Did this jog his memory? I decided to change the subject. "Pattie, this pot roast is divine, how do you make it so moist"?

"It is an old family secret. I do hope you saved room for desert?" she added.

"I can work up an appetite again if you let me help with dishes." I insisted.

I was very glad to escape George’s inquisitive stares and jumped up to help. Pattie and I joked and laughed while doing the dishes and readying the desert. George was very quiet for the rest of the evening. As Pattie and I talked and giggled I could sense the scowl behind his face. As he was fixing us an after dinner brandy I whispered to Pattie " Is something wrong? Is he okay?"

She giggled and said "Oh yes, he is fine. He is the Quiet Beatle you know". And she lit another joint.

All in all it was a wonderful evening. I thought everything was going to be fine when George said "I’ll walk Liz out to her car" as we were saying our good-byes. We were just passed the hedge wall, just out of sight of the front door, when George turned on me. He grabbed my arm, spun me around and spat " I know what the hell you are up to girl and you can just fuckin’ forget it".

"No George, it isn’t what you think" I stammered, but he just pushed me towards my car saying, "Don’t come back, she doesn’t need your kind here. I will have the bobbies after you if I have to".

I was sobbing as I drove away. I cried half through the night. The worst scenario had come true and he wasn’t going to let me see Pattie again. I was so depressed the next day I buggered off work. I picked up the phone a couple of times to call her, and each time hung up. Chicken again.

She called me the next morning, begging me to come over for lunch. She had been bringing me a package of leftovers and had witnessed the whole outburst. She and George had a heated argument. She couldn’t understand how he had gotten the idea I was trying to get to him through her They had even ended up sleeping apart. She was convinced we could persuade him that he was wrong. She then convinced me that it had to be today, before he left for his American tour.

I arrived at their flat a little early and to my dismay only George was there. "Pattie is running a little late. She will be here soon, come in" he mumbled. I followed him to the kitchen and figured this was the best time to talk to him honestly.

I pleaded with him, " George, I beg of you to believe me. I have not befriended Pattie to get to you. She is a truly amazing woman and I value her friendship tremendously."

"Are you sure, luv?" he replied stepping closer to me.

"Absolutely. That was a nice little romp we had, but believe me, it was completely out of character for me. I would never do anything to hurt Pattie, she means so much to me".

He continued to move towards me, "That’s too bad girl, you look mighty good today" and then he whispered in my ear, "and we have time for a little pull right now".

Feeling him that close to me again, smelling his musky scent and feeling his breath on my neck was almost more that I could bear. He made me weak in the knees and wetter that a popsicle on a hot summer day. Luckily this time, unlike last time, my brain took over and I leaned back and landed a good, hard slap squarely across his face.

"Ow luv, I guess maybe you are telling the truth" he grinned and the tension was broken.

Just then the front door screen squeaked and slammed shut. We could hear Pattie come down the hall to the kitchen. She entered somewhat frantic, like she was expecting to see us at each other’s throats. I do believe she was pleased to see me sitting at the table while George was putting on a kettle for tea.

He turned to her, smiled and said, "We have had a nice little talk. It must have been that joint we smoked the other night that made me a bit paranoid. I give your friendship my blessing". Pattie ran into his arms and gave him a big hug. He just looked over her shoulder, stuck out his tongue at me and smiled.

We continued with a very enjoyable lunch, and George just couldn’t keep his hands off Pattie the whole time. As I left that afternoon Pattie and I promised to get together a lot while George was on tour.