The trip had been a disaster. At one time they were afraid they were going to be held in the Philippines forever. When George returned he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He was moody, irritable and more withdrawn than usual. He walked around the house mumbling ‘and now we have to go get beat up in America.’

I was worried about him. However I felt he needed to be aware of the danger his relationship with Pattie was in. I hated to add more to his plate of worrries but I was compelled to do so.

One afternoon I called him and asked him to dinner, "We need to talk" I insisted. He reluctantly agreed. Unfortunately he arrived before me and had a good head start on the drinking.

"Hey George, good to see you". I slid into the booth next to him, giving him a quick hug and kiss.

" ‘Ello Liz, what is so bloody urgent?" he grumbled.

Ok, I thought, he wants to jump right into this. "Well babe, I am not going to pull any punches here. I’m going to be as straight as I can with you," I began. God please give me strength.

"Uh huh" as he ordered another drink and one for me as well.

"If you don’t do something about your marriage, you are going to lose Pattie," I continued, "I know you are just a single ball in this juggling act and don’t have much control on where you go. But if you throw a little weight around the man will have to adjust to keep the act rolling." I then downed my drink and slammed the glass on the table, I believe I had made my point.

George laid one of his big smiles on me and laughed "What are you going on about girl?"

Ok so my analogy didn’t make sense. I proceeded to calmly explain to him how unhappy Pattie seemed. Her worries about his affairs, the vicious behavior of the fans and how lonesome she was with him away all the time. I decided not to say anything about her fear of infertility. "She is beginning to feel she is not worthy of being your wife, and we both know this isn’t true".

"Well the boys and I have actually been discussing this very thing," he confided. "We still need to convince Paulie, but I think it is pretty much a done deal."

"Oh George, this is glorious news" I sighed. "But this may not be enough. You need to spend some good quiet time with her. You two hardly know each other. How could two people find the peace and time to explore each other in the middle of the last couple years of Beatlemania."

"I feel you are right Liz, let’s order some dinner and you can help me decide where to take her." We had a nice dinner and his humor returned. We came up with a few good ideas and he assured me that he would look into it.

I said nothing to Pattie about the conversation we had, but a couple of days later she called claiming she had some exciting news. "Come over for lunch today" she said. I replied "Sure, I’ll bring some of my famous potato salad".

I allowed her to bubble out her good news. It turns out The Beatles with their wives had gotten together and made the final decision that this would be their last tour. They had to keep it very quiet until they were back home. "And" Pattie giggled, "George has promised to take me away for two whole months! We are thinking of going to India to spend some time with Ravi. Doesn’t that sound great?"

"Yes it does. Very relaxing and enlightening too, that is a great choice." I agreed, this was the perfect place for them to ‘find themselves’. We continued to have a fun afternoon together, even managed to sneak out for a matinee.

We went back to her place and spent the evening just relaxing, talking and getting high. When George came home he found us all sprawled out on the couch. I was brushing Pattie’s hair. He fixed himself a drink, kicked off his shoes and lit a joint. "Any room on that there sofa for me girls?" he snickered.

"Of course George" giggled Pattie, "you can massage my feet". He situated himself under her feet and began massaging them.

I know we were carrying on some sort of conversation, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was drawn to the sexual tension in the room. Watching his hands glide up and down her legs, gently squeezing her feet was turning me on tremendously. When he pulled her toes up to his lips for a little nibble I made a move to leave, but Pattie interrupted my thought "Liz would you mind rubbing my shoulders?’ and proceeded to situate herself without waiting for an answer.

This was getting a little uncomfortable. As she leaned back against me I was having a hard time resisting the urge to nuzzle and kiss her neck. Her hair smelled of lilacs and she kept letting out these soft moans.

I looked up to find George staring right back at me. He gave me the sexiest smile and laid Patties feet down, straddled her, and started kissing up her legs. My mind kept saying ‘time to go, time to go’, but I was paralyzed. This was just incredible, to watch his lust for her develop.

His lips jumped from her thighs to her mouth as his hand slid under her skirt. This seemed to knock me out of my trance. "Ok you two, time to release the prisoner, let me up" I managed to choke out.

George stopped kissing her long enough to say, "I don’t know, what do you think Pattie? I really don’t think she wants to leave." Pattie turned her head towards mine "You don’t really want to go do you?" and she kissed me, a soft gentle kiss. "No I really don’t" I said as I leaned into her for another kiss.

"Well then, please stay," said George giving me a quick kiss then quickly returned to kissing Pattie. He then unbuttoned her blouse and began playing with her breast with one hand as his other hand slid back under her skirt. I figured I didn’t need to supress the urge to kiss her neck any longer and one hand went to her unattended breast. George was doing some good work on her because it quickly became too much for her and she came. It was an incredible feeling because when she arched her back she was pushing right into me at the same time.

She quickly regained her composure and commanded me "Come on Liz let’s get him". She tossed him off of her onto his back, I am sure with a little of his help, and we both attacked him with tickles and kisses. It looked like it would end as we lay there on either side of him catching our breath, but obviously looking at the bulge in his pants, he wasn’t done.

Pattie and I began working as one, appearing as if we were using telepathy, as we moved simultaneously kissing every part of his body as we removed every stitch of clothing. We took turns licking and suckling and then engulfing his erect cock in our mouths, Pattie and then me, then Pattie again and so on. When he was just about to reach his breaking point I made Pattie quit. I had her straddle him, facing me sitting at his feet. He slid deep inside her causing both of them to moan. She leaned back against him and he immediately began kissing her neck. I bent over them and gave her a long sensual kiss, then gave George a kiss, then back to Pattie and began running my kisses slowly down her body. My hands were following my movements down the sides of George and as my mouth reached the spot where their bodies joined I grabbed his hips and began to control the tempo and depth of each thrust. The power I felt was mind-boggling. The fact that I was creating this moment of connection and I was pleasing the two favorite people in my life at the same time and in the most intimate way, was incredible. We slept together very peacefully for hours.

I left the next morning before they awoke. I didn’t see them again until the morning The Beatles left for America. As George said goodbye to me he whispered in my ear "Thanks luv for everything, I am counting on you to take care of her while I am gone. Keep her happy until I can". I couldn’t help but give a smart-ass reply, "I will as long as you come back miserable," and by the smile on his face I could tell he knew exactly what I meant.

Pattie and I spent those next few weeks preparing for their trip. Everything moved very quickly when George returned home. I only had a short visit with them before they took off for India.

As I said my good-bye, I couldn’t hold back the tears. I knew this trip would change their relationship so much and that Pattie wasn’t going to need me in the same way again, she was going to come back with a new best friend, and rightfully so. As I hugged her good bye she trembled as she said "Thank you Liz. I will keep you in my heart". She turned and walked up the ramp to the plane, turned, waved and said "Bye Liz. I love you Liz…"

"Liz, wake up. It is time to close up shop." I felt someone shaking my shoulders. It was Sarah. "You fell asleep during your pedicure and Mildred told us to leave you, but we need to close up now." I was groggy as I stood up and walked to the pay counter. As I was receiving my change, I looked out into the drizzly world I was about to re-enter thinking ‘Here I go, back to my life—SAME AS IT EVER WAS.