Pattie and I kept that promise and saw each other a lot while George was away. Every time we got together we had a blast. We would always end up giggling like schoolgirls. It may have had something to do with the amount of pot we were smoking, but it was very enjoyable.

I was beginning to have some unusual feelings when I was around her. I became protective, yet she still made me nervous. I would find myself moving her hair out of her face or placing my hand on the small of her back as we moved through crowds. One night after a trip to the club I escorted her home. She was extremely tipsy and I helped her undress and get into bed. I was confused as to why it aroused me the way it did.

One day we got together for lunch, shopping and a movie. It was so difficult for her to move around in public any more. At lunch the waitress recognized her and interrupted our conversation to ask questions about George. After that there was an endless parade of people strolling by the table, the busboy, the cook, the hostess and even a few customers. It was very distracting.

While shopping, there was a group of girls huddled together talking purposely loud enough for us to hear. Calling her names and saying George could do so much better. At the movies she even had a candy bar thrown at her. She was very upset, we decided to go back to her flat for dinner.

At the end of dinner, in which we both had a bit too much too drink, we moved to the living room to watch the telly. We lit a joint and started talking. Pattie had a lot she needed to say.

"Oh Liz. What am I going to do?" she continued, "I have fallen so much in love with him, but his life is so hard right now."

"Well, you do know hon, the bubble is going to have to burst sometime" I said.

"I am sure it will, but then we will have to start a family. We haven’t even talked about marriage, but I know he will want me to quit modeling. He has already asked me to do that, even though he is away so much. That brings up a whole other topic". She got teary eyed as she continued, "I know he isn’t being faithful".

"But he will once you are married, right?" I doubted this myself.

"I don’t know, I just don’t know" as she began crying again. "I try to think it is only when he is away, with his mates. They are a very bad influence on him in that way".

I got up to freshen up our drinks, this conversation was making me nervous.

"When he is home the sex is terrific," she continued. "We really are very good in that way. However, even when he is in town, he still insists on going out with the boys alone".

As I returned with the drinks I chuckled, "Well, that’s not unusual with most guys, but you would think the four-headed monster could do with some separation". I was hoping to lighten the mood a little, it didn’t work. She looked up at me as I sat next to her but didn’t say anything. I could tell she wanted to ask me something. "What?" I asked.

"umm, well, umm has George ever tried anything with you, Liz?" she nervously asked.

I didn’t want to pause too long, I had to think of something to say, I couldn’t lie to her. "Not even George would try to pull your best friend, would he?" I didn’t know her when the little romp with George happened, so this really wasn’t a lie.

She didn’t look convinced, she simply said "It’s just the way you two look at each other sometimes, like you have a secret."

I don’t know what got into me. It was either the drink or the second joint we just finished, or maybe I just didn’t want to keep this secret from her any more. I told her everything. I stressed the point that it was before I knew her and that George probably participated due to the pressure from Paul. Also that it would never happen again. I told her about George trying to kiss me in the kitchen, but assured her that it was only to test my loyalty to her. She even giggled when I described how hard I had slapped him.

"You two are going to be ok" I assured her. She gave me a hug. I didn’t want to let her go. "We are going to be ok too, right?"

She pulled away and flashed me a big smile and said, "Of course, you are my best friend". Then she got all bubbly again and said, "Look Gone With The Wind is on, let’s watch". She then laid her head in my lap and began to watch the movie. I stoked her hair until we were both fast asleep.

George got back in town a few days later, but we were all too busy to get together. I was working a lot of hours, I heard Pattie had a few modeling jobs and The Beatles were working on a new album. It was a couple of months before I saw them again.

It was a chance meeting, I was out on a date. We were at a club called the PickWick Club having a good time when I saw them come in with John and his wife, Cynthia. They were loud and bouncing off the walls. George was running around grabbing everyone telling them how much he loved them. He grabbed me as well and there was no sign in his eyes that he even recognized me. My date wanted to leave so as we were headed for the door, I stooped and said hi to Pattie. She gave me a quick hello then turned and said to Cynthia "Let’s go break some windows". I was very confused as to why they were acting so odd, but I proceeded to leave with my date.

I tried to call Pattie the next day, but there was no answer. I was able to reach her the following day. "What the heck were you on at the club the other night?" I asked. She filled me in on all the details on how they had been slipped LSD. Then she added, "You have got to try it".

I had lunch with Pattie a couple of days later. She could tell something was wrong immediately. "What’s wrong Liz, you seem to be dragging tail".

"Oh Pattie, I don’t know what I am going to do. I lost my job today and I barely have enough for money for rent".

"Without a second thought she quipped, "You can come stay with us." I insisted we discuss it with George first. She agreed. I was surprised at his response. His exact words were "That will work out great, as I am hoping to buy a house soon and I need some one to sublet our place until the lease is up in the spring". So it was all settled and I was to move in by the end of the week.

I was thrilled and scared. Here I was getting thrown into the middle of The Beatle lifestyle. I started attending parties and was exposed to so much more than I expected. Not only the drugs and party scene, but also the personal banter between the boys, not to mention the wives. I was getting a clearer picture of what it meant to be married to a Beatle. I wasn’t sure if Pattie was prepared for the difficulties that lay ahead. I had noticed that since she had backed off of her modeling, at George’s request, her self-esteem was wavering. And the tensions of Beatlemania were getting worse every day.

I was glad I was able to be there for her. For the friendship and a shoulder to cry on when the need arose. George could see how beneficial our relationship had become. One day he wrapped his arm around my waist and said, "You are so good for my Pattie, and I am so glad you moved in".

It was good for me as well. She made me feel needed, and in some ways George did too. I really didn’t like my first acid trip and was appointed ‘caretaker’ for their subsequent trips. The hardest part about this relationship was watching those two when they became amorous. It was impossible not to watch, yet it caused such deep feelings in me I didn’t understand and didn’t dare act upon. I tried to laugh it off with comments like ‘time for air you two’ or ‘save a little for later’ but often it seemed to backfire. Either one of them would often come back with ‘ come here, girl, you take a turn’ or they would dog pile and tickle me till I just about wet my pants. I was very unsure of my feelings for them. I would get just as aroused when Pattie touched me as when George did.

There were also many times when I would have moments with them individually, maybe when sharing the bathroom, catching them in mid dress, or just the innocent touching when passing dishes at the table. But something, a look or a touch would send electricity through my body and then the eye contact alone made my knees tremble. I was beginning to sense that they were picking up on these signs as well.

One afternoon, just after Christmas, George and Pattie came barreling through the door more excited than I had ever seen them. Pattie was bursting uncontrollably " Liz. Guess what? We just bought a house. It will be the perfect place to live after the wedding!"

"The wedding? Oh Pattie I am so happy for you. When, when are you getting married?" I wasn’t too sure how good this news was, but I knew it is what she wanted.

"Not sure yet. We have to run it by Brian, you know to make sure it is ok that another Beatle takes a wife".

It didn’t take long after that. Brian gave his permission and they were married on Jan. 21, 1966. They left for their honeymoon on Feb. 8, I was sad to see them go but they were truly happy and certainly needed some time alone.

When they returned from the Barbados and were all moved into their house, I began to sublet their flat. It was lonely not having them around all the time, but we still got together often.

In June George had to leave for a tour of Germany, Japan and the Philippines. I spent a lot of time at Esher while he was gone. Pattie was feeling depressed again. Beatlemaina was getting to her. The fans did not take kindly to their marriage to put it mildly. They were writing nasty things on the property walls and she felt like a prisoner in her own home. With George on tour again she was constantly worried about him cheating on her. Her self-esteem was taking a nose dive. I was very worried about her. I was trying to curb her drinking, but one night I melted into her mood and we both got a bit too drunk.

She confided to me the most worry-some problem she was hiding. She sobbed as she revealed to me that she was having trouble conceiving. She just couldn’t understand why after six months she wasn’t pregnant. All the doctors would tell her was to just be patient. I just held her while she sobbed, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. When she was done crying I began to wipe her face and my feelings for her just erupted. I leaned down and kissed her soft lips. To my surprise she kissed me back.

What seemed like hours we just lay there kissing and caressing each other. It wasn’t like a sexual encounter really, it was more like a loving, spiritual connection. Just soft caresses on the most intimate parts of our bodies. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. I have never slept so well.

I was pleased to see her mood lighten over the next few days. And each day closer to George’s return home she became more and more light hearted. I knew when George came home everything was going to get better.

Boy was I wrong again.