September 27, 1964. Prince of Wales Theatre, London. 5:00 p.m

[mr_b_epstein]

I'd been offered a spot on a panel of judges at 'Beat Time for Oxfam'. As far as I knew, it was a pop talent contest with some sort of charity connection being held at the Prince of Wales Theatre. They'd asked me to bring one of the boys along to fill the remaining spot

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[richiestarr]

I climbed into the passenger seat of Brian's car, and gave him a quick glance as I lit up a prepared cigarette. "I don't mind, it's something to do. And hey, better have some females than none." I flashed a grin in his direction, before quickly adding, "I mean, not to say that males aren't great, but you know, it'd be weird to have those screaming at you."

I was on a roll tonight, wasn't I?

I looked out the window and tried to ignore the awkwardness that I just created, puffing away at my cig. Well, shit, things weren't this awkward before, when I'd never even tried blokes. Why was it like this now?

"I just hope, Mr. Epstein, you remember that ladies of my stature don't open our legs on the first date. Good thing you're buying drinks then, right?" I said in a high-pitched falsetto, smiling like the devil in his direction. I batted my eyelashes, for effect, and giggled a little. "So really, you're paying for my drinks, right? And I get as many as I want?"

[mr_b_epstein]

I laughed softly, drumming my hands on the wheel. I had been right to invite Ringo, he had a way of making me laugh, despite my own personal traumas.

"Well, since you've informed me your legs will be remaining closed, I think I may have to reconsider the drinks." I said haughtily, a smile tugging at my lips. "And I shan't change my mind, no matter how prettily you bat those eyelashes at me."

I couldn't help but laugh again at him, preening like a woman...or Paul, for that matter.

[richiestarr]

My jaw fell open in mock-surprise, and a gasp fell from my lips. "Oh, but sir, I am a lady! Not any filthy hooker off the street-- or rentboy, seeing as I am more equipped to be a rentboy. I never would though, because I," I paused for effect, lifting my head up haughtily before speaking again. "Am I lady."

I glanced down and sighed. "Well, it looks like I shan't be getting pissed tonight. Bother, if that's the case, I may have to reconsider being a lady. No matter how pretty of a lady I am, with nice tits and all." I shook my head mournfully and looked away. "Oh well, I have my priorities, and alcohol is always first, right after sex." Did that make sense? First after something? Well, he probably wouldn't catch it. God, did I hope he wasn't serious about my closed legs and his closed wallet, though.

[mr_b_epstein]

I found myself grinning, which was quite an occurance, as I hadn't been in the best of spirits since the disastrous flight home.

"Perhaps I may reconsider. After all, I wouldn't want you think I had designs on your virtue, after all." I snorted a bit at that. After what George had told me about the boys nightly activities on tour, I doubted any of them could ever be mistaken for virtuous.

"Besides, you'll have to wait until after this show anyways. We'll be on camera, and I suspect you're a bit more charming when you're not falling down drunk."