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Chapter 3:3rd date...


John sprayed some cologne on his beautiful neck and threw a comb through his hair.

"John what the hell is that cologne made out of...shit?" Paul asked. John gave Paul a sarcastic smile and tripped his feet beneath him.

"It's your cologne Paul," he laughed

"Hot date? You usually don't even take a shower let alone make yourself look good!" Ringo laughed. John threw his comb at Ringo.

"Hey THIS IS MINE!" Ringo yelled. John ignored them and walked to his car. He went to her place to party. She answered the door happily. Her looks knocked John off his feet. She had long blonde hair and deep green eyes. Her face was flawless and her body was basically as perfect as a doll. Her chest was quite large and her skin was greatly showing. She had on a VERY short black mini skirt, Go-go boots up to her mid thigh, and a strapless black tube tob with a black knit see through over it. John walked into the party room. All the people were so normal. No one cared that he was a "beatle" or special. At midnight when everyone left since tommorow they had work, Abbey sat down with him.

"Abbey, you're incredible," John sighed. She started to kiss him long and hard and unbuttoned his shirt. In less than 5 minutes her mini-skirt along with other items were on the floor.

"John dont tell anyone about this," she muttered.

"but--" his words were cut off by his kissing.

***

John retured to the house at 3:00 am. The boys were still up and laughing when he arrived.

"Ello!" Paul said drunk.

"Bloody 'ell Paul, you just had to get drunk," John said hanging up his coat.

"And where have you been?" Ringo asked laughing.

"where do you think?" John smiled.

"Randy Scouse Git.." George muttered.

"RINGO, REMIND ME TO NEVER GET GEORGE A MONKEE RECORD AGAIN!" he yelled.

"So whos the lucky lady tonight?" Paul asked.

"Ab....A girl," John said nervously.

"You mean it wasn't Brian?" Ringo asked. John tackled Ringo to the ground.

"I'm NOT AN FUCKING QUEER!" he yelled. Paul laughed giddy and drunk then ran to the bathroom. George had nothing else to do but laugh hysterically.

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