As the days scurried along, George and I grew more and more closer. His bed, our sanctuary for our pleasure.

While Stuart worked out the deal with his friend to hire me and get me to still go along with them to Hamburg, I was beginning to enjoy evening sex with George. I began to understand why I spent my many weekend nights at gigs for a one nighter. Thankfully George was my new specimen and he was all mine.
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July 4, 1960

I gave out a heavy sigh, slowing down until I came to a stop. George's tired boy underneath mine in complete bliss. I looked down at him and giggled.

"My god Moll. I dunno how you can be hungry for more every night." He breathed.

"You enjoy it don't you?"

"Fuckin hell yes." He smiled, bringing me down for a kiss.

"Mmmmnnn."

"George I need your laundry for the wash!" Missus Harrison called. Her heavy footsteps gave us the warning she was coming up. We panicked and hurriedly gathered our clothes on. I pulled on some undies and hid in his closet while George hid all evidence of my being.

"George I told you..." I heard a faint voice. I backed up until my back hit the wall.

"I know mum. Here you are."

"Good. Also remind me to get you the passport papers in the mornin. Your father's goin to be busy so I'll need to take the car early."

"Alright."

It was silent.

"George you really need to clean this room. And open a window it's stuffy!"

"Okay mum. Go on." He whined. Then I heard the door shut and all was clear. I walked out of the closet and we let out a sigh of relief.

"It's getting harder and harder to sneak around George." I grabbed my shirt from under his bed.

"I know. That was too close. I just don't want us to end what we 'ave goin on 'ere."

I smiled and pinched his cheek. "You're adorable George. We wont I promise. It feels good to get some relief." I pulled my jeans on. He sat back and watched me fix my hair. After I finished I grabbed my camera and snapped a photo of him. He laughed.

"I look like a pile of shite. Don't bother with me."

I crawled over to him and gave him a long kiss. "I can't help it George. You're irresistable."

He smiled. I sat beside him and looked at the clock.

"What d'you want to do now?"

He shrugged. "Talk?"

"Okay Georgie. Let's talk. What's been on your mind lately?"

"Not much. Just the usual."

"Like??"

He stayed silent for a few seconds. "I just want to know if this is all we'll be doin. I mean don't get me wrong the sex is great. Well not great. Phenomonal is more like it. But we've been spendin our time just doin it and no talking or joking around like we used to."

"I thought this is what you wanted George."

"What I want is to be with....you." he trailed off after he realised what he just said. I sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"George what we share is special to me. It means a lot to me knowing you care and you're a dear friend. We've been together for years now. But I have to lay it out in the open."

"What's that?"

"George you're too good for me."

"Molly don't say that."

"It's true George. You have talent and you're a sweetheart. Your future wife is lucky. But you and me can't....we won't..."

The look on his face broke my heart. I couldn't even finish my sentence.

"So is that all this is?" He asked hurt.

"It's all it can be." I looked down. He looked at me and a sudden turn of events happened next.

"If that's how it is then....maybe you shouldn't lead me on no longer."

"What? George I..."

"This needs to stop....we can't do this anymore."

I tried to reach for his hand but he pulled away. I swallowed the lump in my throat and realized I blew things with what I said. I hurt him badly and now he's defeated with the truth.

"I think you should go." Was the last thing he said. I opened my mouth to speak but decided not to push it any further. I headed to the window and opened, looking back.

"I'm sorry George. But.. I need you. You're all I have."

And with that, I made my way out, catching my fall and scraping my knee in the process. I groanend and headed into my home, thankful it was empty.

"Maybe I should move on." I said to myself, heading to the kitchen. "I'm old enough. I have money from the studio. I've saved. Buy a ticket for America and never look back. Leave everyone and everything behind." I reached to the highest cabinet and pulled out the liquor bottle, heading to my room. "Write a letter, say goodbye and bid farewell."

I plopped on my bed and yawned, taking a long swig of the burning liquid.

"Tomorrow will be a better day. George will forgive me. He'll tell me he understands and everything will be alright. I'll get my new job and George will come crawling back. " I told myself, sighing and knowing otherwise.
.....

"Thank you miss Winters..er Sutcliffe I mean..."

"No no Winters is right."

"Oh so I see you and Stuart have decided to split?"

I sat on the other side of the desk, looking down at my legs.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean...Stuart told me.."

"It's alright. Were not together but we are still married. I just choose to go by my real name now."

He nodded and set my portfolio down on his desk. "Well, Stu did some convincing and I have to admit, I was reluctant for so long cause I figured a bloke who needs to beg a friend to let his girl get a job...well she must 'ave some issues. But these Molly, are gorgeous."

I blushed. "Thanks um..."

"Call me Harry. Were collegues now."

"Harry. Thank you so much for this opprotunity. I may be a small fish in a big sea but I get things done. I take my work very seriously."

"And it shows." He smiled. "Well, welcome abroad Mersey Beat! Our new photographer." He stood up and reached out to shake my hand. And I did just that.

"So um, do I get a first assignment or something to do right away?"

He laughed. "You're first assigment Molly, is to photograph your way through Hamburg. You hear about Rory Storm?"

"Just a bit. Are they good??"

"You need to get out more love. They're brilliant. Also heading to Hamburg to score it big. Mind you these bands are fuckin big headed around one another so there'll be a fair share of testosterone in the air. I hope you don't mind."

I just smiled. "I don't mind at all."

"Good. It would be great 'avin someone out there to document everythin that goes on out there. We need this. Pictures speak louder than words yeah?" He nudged my side. I giggled.

"You're right about that. I just have one question."

"What's that?"

"At what cost should I get you the photos?" I teased. He smirked.

"Any. Use that body of yours as long as you get a bloody photo."

"Scandalous aren't we?"

"Hey, someone's gotta do it. Good luck miss Winters. Don't fall in love." He called out as I headed to the door.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on it anytime soon." I smiled, heading out the door.
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