Warm sunlight fell all over Louise, she groaned and rolled a little to escape the light trying to infiltrate her eyes.....

Her hand reached out blindly – John.

Lou grinned broadly he was a wizard he was, knew all the right places to touch and when he said the magic words 'ohhh la la' .... her fingers itched to touch him again.

The bed was empty and Lou gave up then and there- she opened her eyes. It must have been late in the morning perhaps nine o'clock. Well that was late for her, usually the morning sickness had her up dry retching in the toilet. Louise sat bolt upright- she felt ..... nothing! Not sick, not even a little. Grinning, she lay back down and stretched long, wriggling fingers and toes, happily.

Moving slowly like an intruder Louise put her swimmers on. John had insisted that they would have some of the morning to themselves, and perhaps with the boys if they were up and about, to swim in the perfect sea that lapped so close to the back door. She missed the sea, the sand and could really be very easily persuaded to relocate to a deserted island pronto. With an apple in hand, clutching her new sunhat Louise sank a foot into the sand at the bottom of the stairs, sighed and wandered toward the beach and the gulls squawking.

"They're not gulls" Louise moaned and bit her lip, rolling her eyes for good measure. There, no more than seventy metres in front of her, was a sight to behold and they weren't squawking bloody seagulls.

No these were bigger, clingier and wouldn't leave if you waved your arm a bit and said piss off.

These were fans, female fans and they had a big bloody chip in their claws- John.

Two hanging off one arm, another with Johns arm slung over her shoulder -that girl then had the gall to hold said arm tightly over her tits. Louise felt like a tiger ready to pounce and inflict scratches and pain. Three more girls on his back leaning all over and a few in front holding out bits of paper and autograph books.

Louise couldn't see Johns face but the girls were grinning, then they laughed, then they bounced up and down in bikinis.

Arghhhhh, she'd tear someone limb from bloody lim-

"Morning Lou, loverly day for a stroll" Richy bound up to her side and then pointed and laughed quietly at John. Louise raised an eyebrow at Richy's silent laughter "Never ever be loud, Louise. Might wake the natives to there being two or more Beatles in the vicinity ...."

"Look at them all giggling and wiggling and fawning over him. I ought to go and –"

"Louise" Richy put a hand on her arm then leaned back, looking her up and down with an impressed smile, he must have just realised she was in a bikini too " Arrr what..... what was I saying? Where was I?"

"Richard!" Louise smacked his arm and Rich looked suitably admonished for his obvious ogle.

"I just... You, I . Ummm" Rich put a hand up to stop the conversation he wasn't having " Sorry. You just... That's a ripper of bikini Louise, you look wonderful" Richy smiled warmly and with enough sincerity to make Louise forget to be angry with him.

"Oh.. alright then. I got it right before I left"

"Well fits very nicely"

"What fits nicely?" George walked up behind Louise and took a bite of her apple without asking "Oh hey up, Lennon's being dragged away"

Three sets of eyes turned back to the girls trying to drag John in the surf, he wasn't happy, his feet were digging in the sand like a mule being stubborn, he still had his arm around that girl though. The one with the tits in his hand.

"He still has his arm round that girl though" Louise muttered quietly, her chin locked. George took another bite of her apple.

"Should we help him?" George wondered.

"Nah, he'll be ok if the sharks don't get him" Richard turned to look back towards the villas "Oh princess Paulie finally graces us with an appearance"

"Fuck off Rings. I've been hammering out issues with Brian" Paul pointed at John and smiled at the obviously outnumbered Beatle. "Not gonna save him then Louise?"

"He looks to be enjoying himself"

"Oh he won't be enjoying that" Paul smiled never looking at the others, his hand shading his eyes as he watched John struggling to keep upright.

"What have you been hammering – Brian" George realised what he said and scoffed then laughed at his sentence.

"What is it with you lot. I wasn't you know you knowing, Brian!" Paul spun on the spot and looked Lou up and down "Go get our lad, will you Louise. We need to go to the set to film pronto" Louise got up none to happily, then trudged off through the sand towards the man with a handful of tit on the beach.

"Ughhhh can't we 'ave one day off. Like a Louise welcome day or something?" George took another bite of Louise apple- his now "Why'd ya send Lou-"

"Oh, I know why he sent Louise" Richie crossed his arms and put his sunglasses on, Louise sashayed across the sand "Nice set"

"Nice set of what?" Paul watched her too. Even though there were hundreds of birds about it was the ones that you truly knew that meant the most, looked the hottest. And Louise was superbly fit. She paused in her stride one hand on hip, it jutted just so making her derriere nicely rounded, ripe. Then she bent over to pick up a shell...

"Nice set of swimmers. They're new you know, bought them just before she flew out" Richy nodded then pointed and laughed at a seagull trying to attack one of the fans.

"Oh mail order yeah?" Paul randomly muttered as Lou blew the 'lucky bastard' bits of sand off the shell. She continued on, stumbling a little in the sand as her feet sunk "She got the right size didn't she"

"She wont have to return them..." Richy quickly cleaned his sunglasses and replaced them on his nose again "Maybe John can put a pool in...."

"You two are a crock. That's me flaming sister" George walked a circle and kicked sand at the two bird watchers. "Paul... why did you have to sort an issue out with Brian? Not like you're our boss now, is it"

"What?.... Pardon George... Hang on there she goes. Bets Rings!- Will she drag him back here like a cavegirl or battle the fans. Come on Rich, hurry up la' ?!... Oh George, that girl is sick .. you know the one I had to carry in that song today"

"Sick of Lennon-McCartney, no doubt" George grumbled he so wanted to put another song or two on the album but ohhhh noooo can't be more than one per for him and oodles per for the greedy duo. "So no filming yayyyy" George waved his hands about slowly and sarcastically as he kicked sand over Paul's sunburnt feet.

"No, I found a replacement"

"Cavegirl" Richy smiled happily as John was taken by his wayward wing and Lou powered her way through the group of girls who now stood with all their mouths gaped open at the gall of the girl that Lennon wed. John struggled along behind the unbothered Louise, his grin turned smirk as he saw the lads watching his Louise, flounce toward them, she flounced well and John got a good eyeful of arse close up "Who then? Not one of them lot of scruffs I hope"

Paul tipped his head towards Louise....

*****

An hour earlier..

Brian and Richard 'Dick' Lester had been at loggerheads the whole entire time Paul had eaten his generous bowl of cornflakes and sipped his tea over the newspaper that Lou had graciously brought out with her from the UK.

The ranting seemed to escalate when Brian said loudly that the shoot would have to be cancelled for the day... Dick retorted something about rain, blah, blah, studio deadlines, blah blah, rising costs, blah blah and wanting to go home.

"What's up with you two then?" Paul looked between Dick and Brian and leaned back crossing his arms, suddenly the father figure in the conversation "What's cancelled?"

"Nothing's cancelled we just need a replacement" Lester retorted tersely giving Brian a dirty look. Brian picked a piece of fluff off his sleeve.

"Replacement what?"

"Girl- you know for that shoot at the rocks" Dick fell down into the seat beside Paul. "Can't be a local, something to do with Actors Guild Union. Must be young, pretty- that leaves out my missus.... Don't tell her I said that....... Betty is ...."

"Your missus is alright... for a mature woman, Richard" Paul smoothed the conversation as Dick nodded "Betty.... in the costume department would be a little ..... difficult to carry for a long period of time..." Paul stated diplomatically. Brian huffed and sank down with a cup, pouring the remainder of tea from the teapot. "So  you need.....young-ish, light-ish, British!"

"Yes! Exactly, when you say it like that" Dick grinned then looked at his watch, frowning "We'll have to send scouts round all the other hotels and try and find a suitable and willing UK tourist"

"I'll ring each resort and try and get a head count on British travell-" Brian went to stand but Paul put a hand on his arm and stood instead...

"No need gentlemen. Look no further. Dick, get the set ready as planned and I'll have everyone there ASAP"

"Everyone meaning Beatles and a  suitable girl"

"Everyone" Paul didn't give them a moment, twisting about and jogging away with nary an explanation.

Brian shrugged.

"Do I just trust him with this?" Dick questioned Brian who by now was swallowing a small white tablet.

"Paul will sort whomever it is" Brian answered swiftly. He hoped....

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