Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Penny Lane

"Ma! Ma!" Louise banged her way down the narrow staircase, it wasn't until now, after returning from London, that she realised how tiny and narrow it was. Now the walls seemed to close in all around her as she shoots rapidly down the stairs.

"Stop yelling girl, you're not the town crier Louise, it's quite unseemly" Ma was sat on the rug playing pee-a-boo with Evie, the little one very bothered to not see her nan when she 'hid' behind the tea-towel. "Whatever's the matter? You look like a sack of potatoes in that"

"I know, I just thought...." Louise looked down flopping her hands dejectedly about and began to tear up. Why oh why did she even bother to put the bandage dress back on, oh yeah, she was looked upon very deliciously when she had it on before..... when she was seven months pregnant! "I thought I could pull the seams in a bit"

"A bit! you'll be able to make a whole new dress with the 'bit' Louise" Ma tickled Evie to keep her entertained "Fetch my purse there on the sideboard" Louise walked slowly, dragging her feet toward her Ma's cream handbag. She knew what was coming.

"No Ma"

"Don't be silly, George sent a cheque up just for this predicament" Ma held out said cheque, then began waggling it around in the air for Lou to take "Go on take it now, it won't bite. Now off you toddle, a quick dress shopping trip will do you the world of good but get a mosey on before the shops shut"

Ma was standing now, pushing Louise back up the stairs to change into her 'Sunday best' clothes. Well they used to be best now they fitted everywhere a little more snugly. Around her derriere, hips and now very well-proportioned, bosom.

Lou looked down, yep still there. Suck eggs to the old Lou lumps. Tiny 'not even worth calling boobs' A cups.

They still weren't huge by any account but shove them together a bit or lay on your side and there it was- the ever so magical- clevage. What was that old saying? .. More than a handfuls a waste. Probably penned by a flat chested woman for her husband to chew on or suck on, but even so.. oh so true.

At the bottom of the stairs Lou tried handing the cheque back once more but all Ma did was turn it over and point.

Spend it Sis or else! xGx

So that was that! No good fighting a losing battle. 

Louise kissed Evie on the cheeks and dashed up the street toward the bus stop. She'd need a minor miracle to catch the Number 45. The only bus to downtown Liverpool.

Whew, made it!! Only catching it in seconds flat.

Boarding the bus, puffing from the mad dash, Lou sat down for the fifteen minute ride towards the only semi- fashionable shop down on Penny Lane. The afternoon was almost over, so whatever she was to buy, needed to be found pronto.

Apparently every girl in the Liverpool and every town within 100 mile radius had the same idea.

The big spunk Beatles were coming to town and staying here for two whole nights..... surely, they would be fancy a night or two's company with some hometown gals.

Lou rolled her eyes.

Groaning ever so loudly, internally of course, she still overheard the obscene chatter about which Beatle was the hottest, cutest or do-able-ist. She tried to turn her ears off and kept searching through the half empty racks for something respectable and 'in'. Desperately trying not to strangle the other customers while she was at it.

The boys were people. With feelings and such. Didn't these girls respect the boys, or themselves for that matter,  enough to be decent?

Casting an eye over the remaining racks Lou frowned. There was nothing.