She's So Heavy

My Mind is Blind, at Times I Can't See Anyone But You

Jackies just got home and she has....

Presents in the 'ouse...

"Hello my darling Georgie!" Well Pattie was delighted. George, pushed past a bored looking John and couldn't give a bother as he shoved by Ringo to ultimately tumble down the stairs and sprawl at the bottom.

He tugged Pattie to him.

She met his lips and sank herself down into his lap in a scene reminiscent of the feature film 'From Here to Eternity' sans beach, sun and seclusion of course.

With varying degrees of applause and wolf whistles, Pattie pretty much snogged Georges mouth off.

Kate was super unimpressed at the display of affection shown toward her George yet soldiered on because here was the Pattie Boyd, in the flesh, looking like she had just stepped out of the latest issue of The Woman's Weekly fashion spread. Even if she was competition for Georgie, Pattie was still pretty and hip and wore all the best stuff in the magazines. And anyway Pattie was a passing fad, like last decades crooners, Pattie would go and Katie would be here... Waiting for George, waiting for George to open his eyes and see her.

And snog her to bits.

"Wait. Why are the Beatles?..... Why are John....Ringo...." Jackie baulked at naming him. With his eyes staring directly into her soul the memories of that evening which led into the next morning, built in her mind washing over her like the incoming tide and without thought her eyes drifted away, downward. To that living room rug.

That rug that nestled under him, under her, under them.

His body laid bare, her fingers discovering, lips caressing and searching, body exploding-

Snapping back to the situation at hand- four princes of Abbey Road in her flat- Jackie shifted the satchel on her shoulder and awkwardly shuffled in the vain hope her perusal of that dirty, dirty rug had been missed by him. Jacqueline also hoped that no one else could read her mind or cotton on to her guilty thoughts of his pleasures. Her breath caught as she looked up. He was here, in her house, on his way up her stairs, toward ... her... room... she felt the blush sweep across her skin and his eyes made her all warm inside. "...and Paul McCartney on my stairs, Beth?"

Paul grinned like the industrial strength flirt he was. A knowing carnivorous look swept over him, adorning his features as he watched her gaze linger on their rug. His lips twisted happily at the sight of the green-eyed girl. She was already affected by the sight of him, the light reflecting their pursuits in her eyes. He could feel her pulse spiking, spirling, with not an ounce of physical contact, with him, yet.

John looked down upon George running his hand up Patties short skirt "Blood 'ell, give it a rest you two.....Heil Hitler by the way!" John stood military style on the third step and saluted Jackie aka Hilter in true WW2 fashion.

Beth walked over to Jackie as she gazed, stunned, at the Princes. "They needed a word with you about school or something.... But we are just popping up to my room to autograph all my posters first... Isn't it fab. Come on George, Pattie would you like to come too?"

"Oh yes please, I've missed seeing a teenager room since I moved out of home"

"You moved out of your parents place four months ago Pat..."

"Well George, that's an awfully long time to be away from a girly sanctuary"

"Whatever. Let's get this over with" Raising his hand in another mock German salute John spun on the spot to face up. Jackie rolled her eyes and stood gaped mouthed as all and sundry clomped up her narrow staircase.