Wednesday morning at 5 O'clock

Chapter 11

George had gotten home at around three o'clock the following morning. He was still steaming drunk as he had only had his last pint half an hour ago. Paul, John and Richard also went home and wished to see just George tomorrow again. George's head was fuzzy as he clambered up the steps to his house and then fiddled with the key. To his luck, it was already open so he walked in and semi-quietly walked up to his and Patties room.

George opened the bedroom door and stumbled in; swearing at himself as he tripped over his own feet. Pattie stirred but did not wake and a sigh of relief over George as he got changed out of his clothes and into his night clothes. He then got into bed and securely wrapped his arms around patties thin frame and fell asleep.

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George awoke to the harsh light peering through the curtain. The birds chirped their same song as George's eyes adjusted to his surroundings. He looked at his bed side clock which read ten - last 11 in the morning. He sighed and got up; groaning as his head pounded from the heavy drinking that took place hours before. He reached into his bedside table drawer and pulled out two aspirins and swallowed before putting on his dressing gown and going downstairs.

Pattie sat on the sofa; magazine in hand and tea in the other. George smiled and made himself a cup before sitting next to her.

"Morning love" he said and kissed her cheek. Pattie smiled and sipped her tea.

"You were gone awfully long sat night George. I phoned Brian and he said you and the boys stayed at the studio" George's mind was a blur as he tried to 
remember exactly what happened after Brian and George Martin had left. It wracked at his brain that he could only remember tiny snippets of the night before.

"Me and the lands went down to the pub, just like old times love." George said and sipped his tea. Pattie nodded and put her magazine aside along with her tea.

"You must be feeling awful Georgie" she cooed and sat on George's lap. George blushed as it had been a while since Pattie had even touched him in such a manor. "I can make you feel better tho" she whispered and kissed George on the lips. George returned the kiss, longing for his wife's soft touch. Their shot kisses soon turned into long, sensual ones as George's hands roamed patties back through her silk nightgown.

However, there was a little voice in the back of George's mind. A voice that was trying to tell him something or even so, get him to remember something. George thought about whilst fondling with Pattie and then the realisation hit him. He forgot about Michelle and what he promised. The scene from last night replayed over and over again in George's mind as he continued to make love to pattie. It was as if a movie had gotten jammed and only replayed the bit it got stuck on. George pulled away and looked pattie in the eyes.

"I'm sorry love but I remembered that the boys wanted me to meet them at the studio today. I'll make it up to you though" he said and got up; leaving a said but also a non convincing Pattie.

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It had taken George only minutes to get changed into proper clothes and get himself to Michelle's place. He had stopped to pick up some flowers on the way there, hoping these would make her forgive him.

George walked up to her door and knocked three times before waiting. Shuffling could be heard and then the door creaked open. There stood Mitchell in her semi-see through night gown with a sour face.

"You didn't turn up" she said and leaned against the doorframe; making sure her legs were fully exposed. George gulped as he looked her up and down.

"I uh forgot. Things with the boys got a little heavy last night and well we went down to the pub and kind of got a bit pissed." He then handed her the flowers, giving her an apologetic look.

"All those boys do is lead you to do bad things" she said and thrusted her body foreword. "They're no good for you. They take your mind off the important things like me and make you get drunk. You're not like that Georgie. You're a good boy" the way Michelle was talking would make any man sick, but George found it to be sexy as he nodded his head.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you I promise. I even lied to Pattie about going to the studio just so I could be here with you" Michelle grinned. She and George right where she wanted him. Feeling sorry for himself but most of all, doing as Michelle pleased.

"Come in and make yourself at home " she said and strutted off to the kitchen. George walked in and shut the door before placing the flowers on the table. He then sat down in the sofa and waited for Michelle.

Whilst he waited, he noticed something sticking out from her bookshelf. George's curiosity got the best of him as he knelt down in the carpet and shuffled foreword. His hand reached out to grab the mysterious looking object before being stopped by Michelle.

"What are you doing ?" She asked leaning over the sofa. George felt the sweat rise as he looked her in the eyes.

"I was just looking for a record to put on that's all" George lied and picked out a random record before standing up.

What ever was sticking out from the bookshelf made George want to explore even more and find out what it was. It scratched at his brain as it looked at him from the other side of the room. George had possibilities of what it might be, the kind of which must be taken to the band. Immediately.