The door behind me squeaked open and Paul McCartney stepped in, closing the timber and glass firmly behind him. I walked over to the desk and picked up my few textbooks.

"Damn. Untrusting of me, I see" I said it quietly to myself then turned around, Paul raised his eyebrows. And what eyebrows they were, dark like his hair, ebony, shining with the overhead light glowing above him.

"I won't steal anything, Mr McCartney. I'm not a thief" I spun around again not waiting for his reply just stacking the books and opening the desk drawers for my stationary and the like.

"I would never think that of you Abigail" Paul spoke happily, as if he had made a joke. He moved closer and I felt a tad uncomfortable. "John was a bit forward out there before, I'm sorry about that"

"Oh, its ok, be the first and last of Beatle kisses so I've got to take them while I can get them, don't I" I smiled thinking of John's kisses, he was as deluded as can be to have done it.

He would have so many girls kissing him. I was just one of the hundreds, thousands even, an oddly disturbing picture forming in my head. "Probably should jump your bones while I have the chance, in the bedsit and all. Or would you be needing the Playboy's first?"

Paul collapsed onto the bed and let out a strangled 'arghhhhed!".

"I haven't touched you yet, Paul" I teased, the conversation a little easier now and sat beside him as he pulled a tiny bottle out from under him. The actually source of his painful exclamation.

"Yours I believe, from Romeo out there" Paul nodded towards the house, towards John. Bill had remembered our conversations.

The tiny bottle was full of sand, golden, shimmering sand, a cork stopper plugged the top. I tipped the jar and the shards of Miami beach slipped up and down in the bottle.

"You're Ramoneo. He's Bill" I frowned at the thought. "And I'm the shit fed mushroom. Pleased to meet you by the way, if only for it being because of my unannounced entry"

"I'm so sorry Abigail" That's all he said, he just sat there and looked about the room, everywhere but at me "We should have just told you at the start but it got bigger and bigger"

"What the lie or your careers?" I stood and he took my hand, holding my fingers in his, I smiled sadly as I looked down from my position. His dark puppy dog eyes searching mine, I was lost for a moment before I blinked and broke the spell of Paul 'the cute one' McCartney.

He was hypnotising me, he was the Beatle Paul McCartney and for all intents and purposes he was sat on my bed. He tugged me closer and I leaned over as his breath touched my cheek.

He whispered "Will you stay?" kissed me quickly on the lips then stood, I floundered and almost fell over.

I touched my lips "What was that"

"A thank-you kiss"

"Oh, not a sorry one then"

He kissed me again and mumbled over my lips as he kissed "Sorry, sorry, sorry"

"Hey Macca Jim wants to ... oh right then, that's how it is" John went to turn and leave but I grabbed him, dragging him back into the tiny bedsit that was now feeling rather small with the three of us stood in it.

We all just stood there looking around the room for minutes, not one of us spoke. Uncomfortable silence reigned. 

I was still hurt by the deception and they were too mute to fix the situation. Paul gazed toward the ceiling, tugging at his collar; intently studying the dirty brown mark that was in the corner above the window, John's vision seemed to be intent on his shoes until I lifted the little bottle of golden beach sand.

"Sorry John, I shouldn't have done that" I smiled at him awkwardly, and ducked my head shyly before lifting my eyes to look at them through my eyelashes, they were staring at me now, so I dared to lift my chin and look them both in the eye "I won't be seeing any of you ever again, I guess you could call it a going away present, an autograph on my lips if you like"

"But you can't just leave" Paul blurted, looking upset,  rubbing his arm nervously.

Looking at them now, I knew they were both honest in their feelings of deceiving me, very sorry for playing their games with me.

"Jim has a new housekeeper and that's what I was" I shrugged rubbing my forehead tiredly "What I am now is unemployed, I have one night in a hotel and back to Liverpool it is for me" I sat down on the bed defeated, there I had said it 'unemployed' Jim has moved on to the new help and I was discarded.

"That lass she's here helping with the cleaning for the party that's it, Abby" John sat beside me grabbing one hand then the other and holding them looking at me. I smiled just a little, maybe Jim hadn't moved on.

John and I just looked at each other and I though him so handsome, much better than all the pictures in the newspaper and that magazines, he had a magnificent face, his bone structure making him strong and fragile all at the same time, I touched my lips he had recently possessed with a finger of my hand I had extracted from his grasp.

Paul coughed. "I'll just go talk to Da for a bit then, alright?"

I ignored him and John just nodded. The door closed softly and I was alone with my Bill; Bill being John Lennon was still so hard to grasp.

John Lennon is sitting on me bed!!, I smiled, no I grinned like the cat that had the cream, John looked behind him and seeing there was nothing but him, grinned cheekily back at me.

"Thanks for the beach" I held the bottle in my hands like it was a glittering diamond, John picked it up, holding it to the light, turning the bottle this way and that.

"Took me ages to find this here wee bottle, they don't grow on trees you know!" John smirked and tossed the bottle from one hand to the other til I snatched it away.

"Mine." I laughed "So no pre-prepared bottles in the little gift shop on level one then?"

John looked like he'd seen a ghost and I burst out laughing at his being caught out. "How did you know?!"

I turned the bottle over and exposed the underneath and the tiny price sticker "liar liar!" I laughed and John grabbed my hands and I pulled them away quickly. "I should be so livid at you lot but all I can think is I want this, you here. My Bill - gift shop bottle of sand and all"

"Not a roll of fat or lard in sight I might add" John grinned, laughing at my own deception. I looked down at our hands resting in my lap "Abby, I mean it. I still, still want to take you out. A million times I do"

"I'm not a model or anything John" I looked at his face to see the myriad of emotions that skimmed across his features "I'm just a 'ousekeeper. No more or less"

John was quiet for so long I really thought I was toast. Done and dusted.

Well not really, I was verging on hope holding out, crossing fingers and toes, like any fan girl would. Her pinup idol so close to her fingertips, sitting on her bed, the poster from the wall, his face, the one she outlined nightly as it hung above her bed, or the lunchbox she held with him smiling from the lid.

I sighed and waited til he looked up, his head cocked to one side studying my face, I was blushing as his eyes lazily drank in my features.

"You know miss Abby. I'm going to have to take you somewhere nice, much nicer than this 'ere bedsit" John stroked the side of my face and I shivered with tingles of euphoria. "Then Miami, of course, to the beach to get some real sand"

I laughed at the thought of me, Abigail Grant, going all the way to America for a beach.

But he remained solemn and not laughing along at all. "I never thought a phone call could elicit so much...... I feel like I've known you for a long time you know that, Abby..."

"You're a flirt, Mister Lennon" I leaned over and kissed him softly on the edge of his lips, he never moved a peep, I tried again and again, kissing sweet soft pecks around his lips, becoming frustrated at his statue like stance. "Bill?" I stopped, I was so embarrassed for my being so forthright and looked glumly down at my hands clutching the tiny bottle so tightly I was sure it would shatter in a thousand pieces.

"Kiss me again" John commanded quietly, almost shyly. And so I did, an invitation, no less, was given. I obliged, tiny kisses on the edge of his lips, he responded but no hands moved or held or caressed they still sat in my lap together with mine, like a teenager's first foray into a new boyfriends kiss. "mmmmm miss Abby, Bill is here, that Lennon fella.. well he is a big show off up on stage for all the girls, Bill's here now, ready and waiting"

"So, what you're saying is I kiss Bill but if I want John, I have to fantasize about him, correct?" John Bill kissed my cheek and my lips and my nose. "Does Bill have access to John's stuff then? Cars, money, fans, mates?!"

"Only if Abby can handle it, and them, and him then, yes he does!" I smiled at John he was being silly but made me smile and forget the past week. "And!..." John pulled me up with him "You must realise something!"

I stood and then suddenly John spun me around like we were dancing, then tugging me back into his arms making me laugh at the spinning room and the bump into his body.

Then it was over and he held me close, so close, I felt him all, from top to toe- his chest, his legs, everything "Abby, you are a lovely girl. You're not just a 'ousekeeper. You're you, a wonderful person and pretty as can be, if I knew you were here I would have found you and been yours a long, long time ago"

"That's enough John, my turn lad" Jim stepped into the room and my dream was broken for the moment. Jim didn't look none too happy with the scene that he had witnessed and I guessed I was about to get a scolding my flirting with John. John fled, Paul's father -da, was boss.

It being his castle.