George leaned over to Ringo, who was reading the paper, and commented. "Are they kidding?" he asked. "I hope so," Ringo said, shuffling his pages.
Not surprisingly, the guys downed their gargantuan meals before Beth finished hers. "What's the problem?" John asked. "Food not any good?" "I'll take the fries!" Ringo shouted. "No! It's just that I don't have the miraculous ability to inhale my food," Beth said. "But, I suppose you guys can take my fries if you want." They quickly snarfed the potato strips and Beth soon after finished her burger.
"I think I ought to go back to my room and get my stuff taken care of," Beth said, standing up. "It's been a pleasure. I'll see you fellas at soundcheck." "Bye, Sparkle," they all chimed. Beth slipped John her note, and shuffled out the door. John inconspicuously read the wrapper.
Dear John,
Thanks for the sweets. I'll be sure to swipe the extras for the road. Don't worry, I'm being very good to myself. Thanks again for your thoughtfulness; it is much appreciated. You've shown me your inner person, the one that people rarely see. Never change him, except for the better.
XXXOOO,
Sparkle Woman
John smiled, and he kept smiling.
* * * * *
With soundcheck over and the show nearing, Beth readied herself. She wore a 20's style, blue-beaded dress with a pair of slingback Sabrina heels. A make-up lady was sent in to help her. Carrie suggested a couple styles that would complement her look, and Beth chose one, which Carrie took care of with ease. After she finished, Beth thanked her and sent her out so that she could relax for a few moments.
How hectic! At least Carrie realised I'm tenderheaded, or I'd have more of a headache. Wonder if I brought any aspirin. She shuffled through her purse, but to no avail; No aspirin. Great. Well, I guess the guys won't mind if I drop in to ask if they have any. Beth put on her button (which served as a pass) and went out her door.
As soon as she opened the door, a cry went up from the screaming fans. OW! Guess they expected someone else. the screams continued, though, and dulled when Beth stepped into the guys' room. "Hey, do you fellas have any aspirin?" she asked. "I've got a real head splitter." Someone whistled from the concealed dressing area. "Someone's quite the looker," Paul yelled. "Oh, shut yer cakehole and give me the aspirin," Beth laughed. "And not quite a rise out of her," John said. "Here, who's the most dressed?" "Dressed, but not decently," George said.
"Just toss it out here," Beth said. "I don't need to see you in yer knickers." The bottle flew into the air and landed on the couch. Beth picked it up, and took out a couple tablets. "Thanks," she said. "Although this is a chance opportunity to answer my boxers or briefs questions, I think I will fall back to my room. Later." "And I thought she'd really want to know!" George said as she left. "At least she didn't try to join us," John laughed. "But not Beth, no. Or is she really...." "A fanatic in disguise?" they finished. "But the question is: would I mind?" Paul said. "Of course not!" John said. "She's already seen your knickers!" And so it goes...
* * * * *
Beth smiled as she ran onstage to start up her set. "Hello!" She yelled into the microphone. The audience answered with a roar. "Woo! We must have the most lung power on this side of the Mississippi!" she said. She plinked out a couple notes on the piano, and said, "Here's a song I know you'll like, 'It's Not You'!" She ran right into the song and pounded the piano with soul.
The rest of her set was easy after she got the audience going. She joined Paul on her perennial ender, and gave the stage back to the guys. They went through their set as energetic as it is possible, with the bright lights and deafening screams. They finally closed out the set, and ran away, trying to escape the noise.
* * * * *
Paul and Beth stayed behind to make sure the roadies got everything, while the others went back to the hotel. They picked up their things and left the stadium inconspicuously. When they arrived at the suite, a party was well underway. John was again drunk; however, this time, he was shaking and gyrating on top of the bar counter. Some gawked; others seemed to be used to it.
"What's this?" Beth said. "Last night when he was drunk, he acted perfectly normal." "Well, that's the funny thing about John," Paul said. "He's either normal, very angry, or completely batty." "I would suspect the latter," Beth said. "So, care to try our luck at a round of margaritas?" "I'm a Scotch man meself," Paul said, "but I won't hold you back." So, they slipped over to the bar to get their drinks. They were about to leave, when...
"Howdy-do?" John boomed. "Care for some vodka?" John had a half-empty bottle of Smirnoff, and he nonchalantly took a swig. "Ah, no thanks," Beth said. "That stuff's worse than Schnapps. You go ahead and take care of it." "Whatever you say," he said, taking another drink. "You really ought to try it again. 'Old world taste, but modern punch,' they say. It's quite good, but it does a number on my tongue." Beth laughed. "Now be a good little drunk, and go humiliate one of those golddiggers." "Yes, Mummy, whatever you say," he said, ambling away.
"Here's to you, Mr. Lennon. Jesus loves you more than you will know!" Beth sang. "Hmm?" Paul asked. "Oh, it's an American thing," Beth laughed. "These guys, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, did this song called "Mrs. Robinson" about a woman with a little drinking problem..." "Oh," Paul said. "Right." "I've got the record at my flat, back in London," Beth said. "Maybe you could come over and we could listen to it together." "I'll look forward to it," Paul said. "Hmm, want to come back to my room? I have a surprise for you, and I was about to burst in keeping it from you." "Like what?" she said. "You'll see," he smiled. "Come 'ead."
He opened the door to his room, and inside, on the table, was a candle and a meal. "A candlelit meal for two," Paul said. He put on his cheesiest French accent. "End eef youal step rightt zees wey, madame, youal find eh verry taasty meal." He pulled out her chair, let her sit down, and pushed it in. He then went to a room service cart and brought over covered plates for both of them, then poured a little white Zinfandel in their glasses.
Paul sat opposite Beth and smiled. "I have it from a very reliable source that you'll like this meal," he said (in his normal voice). They removed the silver plate covers to reveal...
...barbecue buffalo chicken wings.
"How'd you know?" Beth cried. "Was it Mum?" "Yeh," Paul said. "I asked her what your favorite food was. I pulled Brian aside today while you were in your room and asked him if he could get a couple things for me, and he came through with it." "Oh, Paul!" Beth said. "I haven't had these in what seems like years! You're a godsend." He took her hand and kissed it. "I only aim to please," he said. "So eat up." Beth happily munched away, and Paul did the same.
When they finished, Paul went to take something out from under the bed. "I've got another surprise," he said. A record player appeared. Paul put it on a chair across the room, hooked up the speakers, and put on a 45. Beth, who had just finished wiping her hands and mouth clean, looked up to see Paul holding out his hand for her. "Dance with me, luv?" "Whenever you want," she said, joining him.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just to good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare...
"This is the song from the nightclub, the first night we went out!" Beth said.
So if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real...
"It is," Paul said. "I hope you still like it." "Oh, I do," Beth said. She closed her eyes and imagined them back at the club, dancing until they had to stop. Paul kissed her face. She smiled, and realised it was real. "Paul," she said. "Yes, luv?" he said. "Thank you," she said. "For everything. You've been so understanding, and put up with so much crap..." "Hey," he said. "It's not crap. I love you. Every minute I spend with you makes me love you more, whether you're crying or kissing me tenderly. I love you so much." "You honestly do?" Beth asked. "I wouldn't say it if I wasn't being honest with you," Paul said.
Beth kissed him gently, and the song ended. "Thank you, again, so much," Beth said. "It's been wonderful. I wish..." "Tell me what, and I can grant it," Paul smiled. "I just wish that this night would last. That it would go on, and I wouldn't have to leave here just to go back to my room and dream. I don't want to just to dream about it..." Beth said. "I think I know what you're getting at," Paul said. "Would you like to spend the night together? Really spend the night together?" "More than ever," Beth laughed. She became serious again. "I really would."
"Then let's," he said. He kissed her ever so softly, but firmly. A kiss with purpose, meaning...and a call to action. She was ready for it...and she heeded the call. Of course, one thing led to another, and they ended up curled naked in each other's arms in the soft embrace of the sheets. Happy and contented, they both drifted off to sleep.
I don't know why we put that off for so long...I couldn't have imagined how it felt. I was scared. But I was willing, so that must have said something. Mmm, I do know I love him. He smells so good naked...which is funny, but true. A little like those damn cigarettes, a lot like his aftershave. He's got a scent to him that's unique...'course everyone does. His smells very unique, though....something I could get used to. Can't get you out of my head, dear, so you might as well stay and have a cup of tea or two. She smiled. All was quiet and dark.
* * * * *
When they awoke, they could hear sounds of life: showers running, doors opening, a yelling from a certain someone..... "Wake up!" yelled John. He burst into the room. Damn! Beth thought. Forgot to lock the door! It was then he noticed Beth and Paul entwined under the sheets. They both pulled up the covers. "Ah...ahem," John said. "That's one way to leave me speechless! G'day...." He shut the door. "Hmm...what say we take a shower?" Paul said, laughing. "Sounds good," Beth laughed.
* * * * *
Beth and Paul, both fully dressed and immaculately groomed, walked arm-in-arm into the sunroom for breakfast with the others. In unison, John, George and Ringo pulled out Marlboros and asked, "Cigarette?" "No, but thanks anyway," Beth said. "I'm not much of a smoker." "You might start after a few rounds of THAT," George said. "Be glad the guests were gone. I had half a mind to turn on me radio to drown it out." "What?" Beth said. "Sometimes I wish you'd just be straight about it and say whatever it is..."
"He banged you bonkers!!" John said. "Now don't play innocent. You weren't playin' Twister when I woke you two up..." "Guess there's no denying it now," Beth said. "May not have been very good on your end, but I sure had fun." This got a snicker from even Paul. John and George were rolling. Ringo, however, smiled and sat quietly. "I didn't say a word," he said.
"And now that you're not a virgin, what will you do?" John said. "Well, John...may I call you Johnny?" Beth asked. "Actually, Johnny, we're going to rent a bungalow off the coast of Madagascar and try to break the record for number of hours Twister played. If that doesn't work, though, we could always go to plan B. Tell 'em what it is, honey." "Ah, yes," Paul said. "We'll have an ice cream eating contest. The prize is an ancient, well guarded family secret, sort of the McCartney family crown jewels."
"Aren't they a laugh?" John said. "On the next show, we'll be going to a bungalow off the coast of Madagascar for our interior decorating segment!" Everyone had a good belly laugh by then. "We should just ditch this gig, Paul," Beth said. "Whaddya say?" "Ah, but we signed contracts!" he said. "Oh, screw the damn contracts! Rip 'em in two and flush 'em down the damn shithole!" "Naughty, naughty words," John said. "You can do better than that! Use fuckin' a couple times!" "No, no, the f-word's off limits for me," Beth said. "Apparently, not any more....at least I hope..." Paul said.
"Oh, c'mon, Paul! I wanna swim over the Great Barrier Reef, climb the Italian alps and yodel, frolic on a French hilltop," Beth said. "I want to go parading!" "Believe me, it's not all it's cut out to be," Ringo said. "Suppose you're right," Beth said. "One can only dream." "Besides, there's enough to keep you occupied here," John said. "Let's see: sex, sex, or maybe sex; Certainly not sex, but definately sex...oh yeah, and maybe some of that rock 'n roll stuff." "Oh, just a teensy bit," Beth said.
"It's time like this I wish I had a video camera," Beth said. "I like to do films, and photos; stuff like that. Besides, I love pictures of myself, too..." "Ah, I can make that work," Ringo said. "I brought one of those Super 8's with me, and plenty of film. Want to give it a go?" "Sure, we've got time!" Beth said. "I'll go get my plain ol' camera, and we'll have a photo session!! Bwahahahaha!" "Evil laugh alert," John yelled. "We've got trouble!" "And that's trouble that starts with T that rhymes with P that stands for Pool," Beth said. They gave her a confused look. "Oh, it's from an American musical, 'The Music Man.' Just sit tight, and I'll be back."
She rummaged through a bag in her room and found her camera. Good. It's loaded. She bounded out of the room and put the camera to her face. "Smile and say Squeez Cheez!" she yelled. "Squeez Cheez!!" they yelled. Just as Ringo returned, she snapped the picture. "Oh, poor Ringo! Left you out of the picture," Beth said. "Care if I snap one?" "Why not," he laughed. She grinned and took the picture. "Alright!" she said. "Now, everybody, do something stupid!" "I could do something really stupid, but I don't think I'd live to see the pictures," John said. "Paul prob'ly shoot me..." "Hey!" Beth said. "Well, just do something odd." "Alright, watch out..." he said. He stood up from the couch, and vaulted onto his hands. He "walked" around on them clumsily. Beth took some pictures before she burst out laughing. "The all talented John!" she laughed. "I'd like to see anyone top that," John said.
"I can smoke a ciggie through my nose," Paul said. "No way!" Beth said. "Bet you 20 dollars," he said. "You're on," she said. "Alright, then," Paul said. He took a pack of Marlboros from his jacket pocket, took a cigarette out, and put it in a nostril. He lit it with a Zippo. He breathed in a bit, and blew smoke out the other nostril. Beth snapped plenty shots of that. "Alright, pay up," he said. "I don't have any pockets in this skirt," Beth said. "Besides, all my money's in my purse." "Alright, luv," Paul said. "You can pay me later." "And how," George laughed.
"Well, Mr. Harrison, looks like you've just volunteered," Beth said. "And be glad I have lots of guy friends...otherwise, all of you'd be in a sorry state." "Is that so, Beth?" he said. "Yes, sir," she said. "I'm the best female kickboxer in the tri-state area." "Well, well," George said, "You'd be well off against the best brawler in Liverpool." "Oh, come off it," John said. "Everyone knows I am." "Then you fight 'er," George said. "Well..." John said. "Well nothin'," George said. "Prove it."
"I don't think this is such a good idea," Ringo said. 'Someone could get hurt..." "Oh, don't worry, Rings," Beth said. "I won't batter 'im too much." Paul almost said something, but didn't. He won't hurt her. I'm sure of it! He's not stupid, and he likes her too much. No, he wouldn't want to lose her friendship.
"Okay, here's the deal," Beth said, kicking off her shoes and rolling up her sleeves. "First one to say mercy loses. No contact with sensitive spots, thank you, and no battering of the head. Let's go." Beth was nimble on her feet; she bounced a little and jabbed a few times. However, John had his arms up and remained still. How am I gonna do this without hurting her?
He lunged a quick punch at her arm and she caught it. She went with the blow and jabbed him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. "Ooh, I'm sorry!" she said. He fell to his knees. "Reflexes," she explained. "Hey, are you okay?" "Ah, yeh," John said, clutching his stomach. "Mercy." Beth helped him up. The rest of the guys were rolling, laughing and hollering. "If it makes you feel any better," Beth whispered, "I'm gonna have one heck of a bruise on my arm." "I really didn't want to fight you," John said. "Neither did I," Beth said. "At least we made a comedy routine from it." John smiled. "Yeah, at least," he said. "C'mere."
He slung her over his shoulder. "Alley-oomph time, boys!" he yelled. "Get over here, George." "Put me down!" Beth said. "Okay," John said. "Grab 'er feet, Geo." They picked her up by her ends, and started to swing her. "Oh, no," she said. "Oh, yes," John said. "One, two, Alley-oomph!" She sailed through the air, screaming, and landed safely on the couch.
Brian rushed in. "What's going on in here?" "Nothing," George and John quickly said. "Beth, were you screaming?" Brian asked. "Oh, yeah, just saw a little bug," she said. "It was nothing." "Alright," Brian said, returning to his room.
Beth was now comfortably settled into the couch. George and John were again rolling. Paul came to sit next to Beth. "You okay, luv?" he asked. "Wipe that smirk off yer face, McCartney," she smiled. "I guess you are, then," he said. "Well, you could still kiss it and make it better," she said. "Would I ever," Paul said, leaning down to kiss her. He did, and suddenly John and George turned their attention to Ringo.
Ringo was taping Paul and Beth, and suddenly noticed George and John. " 'Eh, Ringo," John said. "How much of this thing did you get?" "All of it," Ringo gulped. "Hmm..." George said. "Blackmail?" "Blackmail," John said. "For a few of us. Let's say we just keep this tape under wraps. Mum's the word, 'eh?" "Hmm, I'll have to think about it...." Ringo said. John glared. "I've decided," Ringo said. "It stays safely in my own living room." "That's good," John said, "or we'd have to alley-oomph you, too." "Always picking on the little guy," Ringo said. He turned the camera lens towards him. "Well, that'll be the end of the program," he said. "Until next time, this has been Ringo. G'day!"
* * * * *
They boarded the plane and sat down, waiting for the plane to take them to Cleveland. Somehow, Beth ended up next to John again. They made small talk. "Hey, I really didn't mean to badger you like that," John said. "Had to keep up the front, I understand," Beth said. "Are you really bruised?" John said. "Sure. Wanna see it?" Beth asked. She rolled up her sleeve and showed him the bluish-black mark. "Oh, man," John said. "I'm so sorry." "Hey, it's alright," Beth said. "I've gotten plenty of bruises before. It comes with the sport." "I..it's just that I never fought a girl before, and I really want to make it up to you..." John said.
"You don't have to," Beth said. "Surely I could do something," John said. "And I'm not going to stop asking." "You've already been so nice," Beth said. "But, if you insist...hmm, draw me a picture." "What of?" John said, taking out a sketch pad. "Anything," Beth said. "I love your drawings." John took his pencil, tapped his head for a second, and started scribbling. He looked over at her once or twice, and kept drawing. Finally, he put down his pencil.
He took the page out of his pad of paper and handed it to her. It was a picture of John handing Beth a daisy. Underneath it was a note.
Forgive me, luv? I really didn't
want you to get hurt. I hope it
doesn't turn yellow. If there's
anything else I can do, say the word.
John
"Thank you, John," Beth said. "It means a lot." "I haven't the foggiest idea of why you'd want one of me drawings," John said, "but if you like it, good." "And I do," Beth said. "Thanks again." "This is your captain speaking. We are about to land in Cleveland, Ohio. Please fasten your seatbelts and put all trays in their upright positions. Please close all overhead compartments. Thank you for flying, and have a nice day."
* * * * *
The plane touched down in Cleveland at noon. The airport was a mess! They quickly got off the plane and into a waiting car, and sped off to the hotel. They chose rooms and settled in. The guys came out and had a smoke and a drink or two. Meanwhile, Beth lay on her bed thinking....
This is going so fast. It's hard to believe that this is our fourth day on tour. So much has happened! I think I may end up buying a suitcase just for souvenirs. I'll be sure to get one in D.C. It's funny that I've never been there, considering where I have been: Germany, England, New York...quite a list. I want to see the memorials and monuments, or maybe the Smithsonian. That is, if we have time.
That's one funny thing about touring. I feel like we're trying to take the grand tour of U.S. Hotels. If I start now, I could get enough shampoo to last me until '76! Time is passing me by at a phenomenal rate. I've got to do as much as I can in these cities...I may never visit (or want to visit!) some of them ever again.
Paul and I are going faster, too...I didn't expect what happened last night. I didn't expect him to say yes to me. Hell, I'm just some girl with a sexy voice from Chicago...that loves him. First we were eating Buffalo chicken wings, then we were curled in each others' arms, listening to the sound of our breathing. We never stopped to think that someone might hear, or if the party was still going on, or to use a condom...
But wait...what's going to happen...that's easy, you get pregnant. But...no, it'll be alright. It's not that time of month. I should be fine, and one time's not going to hurt. Oh, yeah, everything'll be fine. I'll forget about that little detail. I'll have to remember that tonight, though. Beth laughed to herself. Paul opened the door. "Hi hon, what's up?" he asked, puzzled at her giggling. "Oh, nothing," she said. "So, is it time?" "Most certainly," Paul said. "Come 'ead, honey pie, the public awaits your beautiful personage." "Hmm, honey pie," Beth said. "I like the sound of that."
* * * * *
The concert was quick and easy up until the Beatles' set. Halfway through, a number of fans charged the stage. Not several, not even hundreds, but thousands of fans. The announcer stepped up and took the microphone, and the guys came back stage. "Done early?" Beth asked. "No, the fans tried to overtake us," John said. "They told us to wait out here until they calmed down." "Darn," Beth said. "Oh well, you don't have many more songs left, anyway. This should be over in a snap."
The set did, indeed, end quickly. The fans calmed down, and the guys went back out to finish the show. With that over with, they went back stage and cleaned up. Brian got the concert money, and they all high tailed it back to the hotel.
For once, there was no party. Sure, there were drinks and the like, but no one else joined the inner sanctum. John and George went to John's room, Ringo read a book his couch, Mal, Nell, and Brian all turned in early, and Beth and Paul resumed business as usual.
Paul locked the door and led her to the bed. He clasped her hands in his, and looked into her eyes. "You wanted to discuss something, luv?" he said, eyes sparkling. "Yeah," Beth said. "I was hoping we could 'play a bit of Twister'...but first, I...well, I want to make sure you're protected. I don't want to get any more than I bargain for." "I thought about that," Paul said. "I have something that I procured today that should take good care of that." He stood up. "I'm going to go gargle, take precautions, y'know what I mean. You can go get ready and come back here, if you want." "That'll work out great," Beth said. "Just don't lock me out." Paul smiled. "I won't. Believe me, I wouldn't want that..."
Beth went back to her room and began to look through her clothes. I really don't have anything classified as lingerie, excepting my bra and undies. Unless... She digged through one last suitcase. Here it is! "It" was a blue satin corset sort of thing. Beth had intended on wearing it under strapless dresses, but figured it wouldn't hurt to wear it for other purposes. She tied the strings in back so that she didn't bounce too much when she walked, and put on a pair of matching underwear. Next, she put on her green silk robe and brought her hair back in a loose ponytail.
Beth quickly brushed her teeth and sprayed in some Binaca. She spritzed herself with her favorite perfume, "Anais, Anais." Alright, no make-up, it'll get in the way. Barefoot is fine. Glasses will be good if I want to see my way there. I can take my jewelry off, except for my emerald ring. Beth looked into the full length mirror on the back of her door. Very nice. First time I get to prepare for this. Suddenly, a knock at the door. Maybe Paul's restless or something...he must be pretty randy to come over here! She opened up the door.
"Hi, Beth," John said. "Do you have a minute?" "I'm so sorry," she said. "I'm on the way to, ahem, 'play Twister.' Can it wait?" "Oh, sure," John said, looking a little let down. "John, I don't mean to just blow you off," Beth said. "Can we talk about it tomorrow at lunch? Just you and me?" "Alright," John said. He hugged her. "You know I'd do anything for you." "And that's comforting," Beth said. "I must go, then," John said. "Have fun." "Oh, rest assured, I will," Beth said. John kissed her cheek and left.
Beth took one more look at herself, and walked to Paul's room. She opened the door slowly, and peeked inside. Paul was lying back with his hands behind his head, humming a tune. Beth stepped in and locked the door. "New song?" she asked. "Yeh, it's something I'm tossing around in my head," he said. Beth lay next to him on the bed. "You know," she said, "you look wonderful resting there like that." "You look wonderful everytime I see you," Paul said. "Your long brown hair draping over your shoulders, your green eyes shining." He kissed her hand. "And your beautiful, long hands, hands meant to play a piano..." He moved up her arm, kissing it softly. He pulled down the edge of her robe and kissed her shoulder, her neck, her face.
She undid her robe, slipped out of it, and lay back down. "Mmm, that's a splendid ensemble," Paul said. Beth smiled and reached down to untie his robe. "Let's see what's under yours," she said. She pulled it off him, and discovered that he had nothing on. "Someone's ready to rock 'n roll," Beth laughed. "Yer not laughin' at me parts, are ye?" Paul grinned. "Oh, no, I just thought maybe foreplay would be nice..." she said. Paul took the ribbon from her hair and ran his hands through it. He moved down her back, untied the strings, and slipped it over her head.
He moved down her body and took her panties off. "There you are, we're even," Paul said. He looked her over. Beth was confused. "Is there something wrong with me?" "No," Paul said. "You're beautiful. I wanted to have a better look at you." Secretly, Beth had been dying to do the same. Fine, wispy hair where it's supposed to be. Firm, but not buff arms. The arms of a guitarist. Strong shoulders. Seasoned, but soft hands. A nice, shapely butt...
He kissed her. Out of the blue and totally unexpected, he kissed her. She leaned into it, and softly came up for air. He caressed her back, and she felt the feeling she felt the night before: desire. He brought his finger along her spine gently and drew along her collarbone with it. She shivered. He wordlessly pulled back the bedcovers and they got in, bundling up warmly. They generated enough heat of their own, though, to melt permafrost.
She accepted these new feelings as a gain; it made her feel so different about what she'd been told about sex and wonderful about the new direction she and Paul were going in together. Finally, she learned to love herself while making him happy.
Paul discarded his old feelings about sex and found something new, something meaningful. Beth was special to him. So special that she changed his sentiments towards sex. It didn't have to be just about him anymore; it was both of them together. He wanted to make her happy, too. Finally, he learned to make someone else happy while loving himself.
They lay still for a while, trying not to hyperventilate. He kissed her cheek, and she ran her hand across his smooth face. Neither realized the other's self-revelation, but sensed it somehow. They sighed simultaneously, and laughed. "Hey, I have a really good idea..." Beth said. "Listen to this."
* * * * *
John and George were in the next room over (with the radio on!) smoking pot and watching some show about house repairs. They heard voices that gradually got louder coming from Paul's room. "Right hand on green!" A female voice said. "Left hand on red!" a male voice said. "Twister," they laughed.
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