The Night Before

Chapter 1.

August 29, 1966

The night was a blur.

The crowd going completely berserk. San Francisco was the place to be that perfect Autumn day.

I wore my best dark red mini dress for them. My best heels. I even went out to get my hair all dolled up for the occasion. It was this that caught his attention. I wasn't even looking for a good time. I was only there at Candlestick for the gig. But he caught me. I was his play thing for the night. And who was I to complain? He was Paul McfuckinCartney.

We met at a bar after the show. He flattered my appearance, he played with my hair, he charmed me up really good to make me feel like I was all his. I knew what he was after. I was willing to give. Especially after countless hours of drinks and smoking. He even showed me how to roll his joints. Then I knew why woman swooned after him.

He would kiss my neck now and then, bring me into his lap the heavier we became intoxicated. I would giggle and give the other girls around, coy looks to let them know I was the girl he was taking to bed tonight.

After we couldn't handle anymore drinks, he took me to his hotel room. This is where it began.

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He was on top. Then I was on top. On my back. On my hands and knees. Against the wall. Hell, we even had a fuck while he was on the phone, saying goodnight to his girlfriend.

I woke up the next morning with him on top of me. On my back, pinned by a Beatle, a raging hangover and no recollection of the night before. I went back to sleep. When I awoke again a few hours later, I was alone. I suppose this is how it is with rockstars. They fuck you, leave you and never get in touch again.

Cut to a month later, I'm staring at the doctor in shock as he tells me the two words a twenty-three year old is never ready to hear.

"You're pregnant."

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