The lads-John, Paul & George save a pretty girl from a horrid man. Freeing her of the life she had been tied to.
*Lily is a good girl on the bad side of town*
Lily was prostituted by her father, she escapes, with help, and tries to make a better li...
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Lily toyed with the letter in her coat pocket, she was ever so nervous, ever so excited and the letter just reminded her over and over that it had been much, much, much too long between seeing them all.
The movie was wonderful and she was sure it would be a big hit and seeing them up there on that huge screen just made her want to clap and whistle her happiness that they were here... made it, famous and doing what they loved.
The minister jiffled in his seat, he was well over fifty and didn't at all enjoy the film, scoffing and huffing and drinking more and more glasses of brandy... As quickly as it was fetched, it was sculled. Lily inwardly groaned, she'd promised herself last month she would stop this stupidity. She wasn't spreading her legs, not doing anything naughty, nothing... but still she felt cheap most likely from the lavish things she was given... it wasn't normal, proper. Whereas a café would give her a small respectable wage; here, on nights like this, she was paid obscenely, pounds and pounds and given access to designers and dresses and shoes and hair salons ... she didn't open her legs but felt herself just as dirty as if she did.
He handed her the envelope before kissing her cheek goodbye.
He was polite and never was improper with her, she thought maybe he was priming her, getting her soft and making her drop her guard and then he would 'POUNCE'! Lunge! and perhaps then make her have sex...
But tonight, as she watched him wondering about being pounced, ....he had gazed off across the room toward another. Toward someone smartly dressed, with immaculate hair, lovely shiny shoes and it was then Lily saw what she had been blind to.
He was homosexual.
But he was widowed?! So, he had been married. How does that even work? Nonetheless, homosexual or not, he still had her escort him to events and premieres like tonight.
Lily stood an island in a sea of gowns. Her own beauty eclipsed that of the eye-catching dress, the emerald material against her hair and skin breathtaking but she didn't seem to notice her beauty only gasped in delight as everything that floated around her in the mirror at the boutique from where she had found it.
Men it seemed, took a moment or two, pausing and staring as they caught a glimpse of her stood perfectly still in the room. Most couples were mingling, accepting champagne, eating caviar on blintz after spooning the stuff from cut crystal glass with tiny spoons made pompously of mother of pearl, or nibbling tiny pretty hors d'œuvres.
Lily clutched the letter tightly in her hand, it was a mess now. Having had to stuff it in her bra earlier when her coat was taken from her shoulders, destined for the cloakroom. She needed the letter, needed the grounding it gave her. She was smart enough to know she would have Buckley's chance of seeing the boys but deep down inside there was a small shard of hope swaying her from leaving the very spot in which she now stood.
Jane Asher, Pattie Boyd and Maureen Cox wandered past chatting between themselves never acknowledging the pressing newspaper reporters or bright camera flash bulbs, Lily read the magazines and knew all the girls by face now. She was interested in them, intrigued that the boys had managed to maintain relationships in the helter skelter world they seem to run around in; and perhaps, to be a little truthful, she was jealous.
