The phone ringing the next morning is what ended up waking me up and I groaned as it seemed to be ringing 10 times louder than normal.  I rolled over and pulled Paul’s empty pillow over my head trying to make it go away.  The events involving Davy the night before flooded my mind and I groaned again.  I pinched myself lightly hoping it was a dream—of course it wasn’t.  The phone kept ringing and finally the answer machine picked it up. 

            “Olivia love, are you there?” I heard Paul say.  I opened my eyes immediately.  I rolled over and picked up the phone turning the answer machine portion off.

            “Yeah, I’m here,” I said into the phone.

            “Were you still sleeping?” Paul asked me.  I looked over at the clock that read 10:30am and I was surprised I slept that long—I was surprised Mary had slept that long.

            “Yeah, actually I was,” I said kinda laughing to my self. 

            “That’s strange, you don’t usually sleep in like that,” Paul said.

            “I know,” I responded and then paused for a second, “So how are you?” I asked.

            “Um,” he kinda laughed nervously, “As well as you can do for being in jail.”

            “Paul,” I sighed, “What were you thinking?” I asked.

            “What do you mean?” I was taken aback by his question.

            “Paul, don’t act like I don’t know,” I said.

            “I’m not, I know that George called you,” he paused, “I just didn’t think you would believe it.”

            “Why, you think George would call and lie?”

            “No, not at all…” Paul said.

            “I thought you were done with this stuff Paul, you promised me you would quit,” I said frustrated, “And why would you have to bring it to Japan of all places?  Is it because The Beatles are trying to reunite or something?”

            “No, Olivia calm down,” Paul said rather sternly, “The Beatles has nothing to do with this, and when I promised you I was going to quit I meant it.  I haven’t touched the stuff in months,” I sat on the other line quiet, “Olivia?”

            “I don’t understand Paul,”

            “Didn’t George tell you I didn’t do it?” he asked.

            “What?  No he didn’t say that at all.  He just called and told me that you were in jail for having pot in your suitcase.  I said that I was furious and all he said was that he was sorry.”  I heard Paul sigh heavily in the background, “So you didn’t bring it?”

            “No!  Why would I tell you that I would quit—wait, why would I promise you that I would quit and then not?  You know I don’t lie to you,”

            “But—” I started, “But, I found more in our closet, I, I took it and—”

            “You found some in our closet?”  Paul asked with a little laugh, “Love, that’s been in there for ages.  What were you saying?  You took some?” I sunk back very low in the bed and pulled the covers over up to my nose.  If this was true and Paul had nothing to do with the pot in his bag then last night was for a big nothing.  Not that it should’ve happened anyway, but at the time I was furious with Paul so I thought I had somewhat of a reason.  Now, there was no reason at all.  Why had I not trusted that it couldn’t have been right?  Why had George not told me everything!? “Sweetheart are you still there?  You are awfully quiet,”

            “Yeah,”

            “What did you mean by you took it?” he asked.

            “Uh, I didn’t take it, like put it into my system,” I said slowly.  I didn’t want to tell him what I did with it.

            “Then why did you do?”

            “Paul I was really angry with you.  George didn’t say anything at all about you not doing it so I had no reason to believe that it was wrong,” I started saying fast.

            “Calm down love,” Paul said again, “What did you do?”

            “I—I, Paul don’t be mad,” I said again.  He laughed hesitantly.

            “I’ll try not to be, but you have to tell me what you did,”

            “I know it’s expensive but I also know that you are trying to quit.  I was mad, so I took it all, and, and I flushed it down the toilet,” I said and just as I expected there was silence, “Paul, say something, I’m so sorry,”

            “Sorry?  You don’t need to be sorry,” he said and I was surprised, “There’s no reason for me to have it I suppose.  Besides we don’t need that stuff in our home—especially now that we have Mary you know?  It’s just like a recipe for getting in trouble,” he said with a little laugh that I assume had to do with his situation. 

            “So you aren’t mad at all?” I asked.

            “No, not really,”

            “But it was spendy and it was probably dangerous for you to get,”

            “Not really, I mean, for starters I think we have plenty of money so it didn’t put us back much.  Secondly, I never really got my own.  I mostly got it from friends like John,” he laughed, “I guess you could say I was kind of a wuss when it came to getting me own drugs,” I had to smile.

            “Well, that’s a relief.  I thought for sure you’d be really mad,” I said.  It was nice to know he wasn’t furious about that, but I couldn’t say that he wasn’t going to be furious about the other thing, “So if you didn’t do it, then why are you still in jail?  And who did do it?”

            “I don’t know the answer to either one of those question, but I’d assume it’s because I’m a Beatle, ex or not.  I wish they would just do prints on the damn thing—they’d find that there isn’t one of mine on there,”     

            “So what are we going to do?” I asked and I heard someone in the background shout ‘McCartney, five minutes’, “Who was that?”

            “One of the guards.  This was my single phone call, so I’ve got 5 minutes left,” he said.

            “Why did you call me?  Why didn’t you call a lawyer or something?” I asked.

            “Because, I wanted to talk to you and tell you what happened and make sure you were okay,” He said and I shut my eyes sighing yet again. He had to be so sweet, making everything so much worse, “Love I know this is a lot to ask, but—”

            “But what?”

            “I want you here,”

            “You want me in Japan?” I asked.

            “Yes.  I miss you and I don’t like being in the position love.  I’m actually scared.  There are all these criminals in here with me just staring and I hate it.  I feel like they are going to kill me or rape me or something,” he paused, “I just want to go home, and since I can’t do that, I want home here with me.  I want the one I love here with me—I want you,” I started to speak and the guard yelled at Paul again, “Please love,” he begged quickly.

            “Paul, when, what—where are you exactly?” I asked frazzled.

            “We’re in Tokyo, but the guys are coming by to visit later.  I’ll tell them to call you and” The guard shouted once again, “set stuff up.  They’ll meet you at the airport and everything,”

            “Okay, but Paul—”

            “I’m sorry, I have to go,” he said quickly, “I love you so much and I’m so sorry for all of this,” he said and the phone hung up.

            “I love you…” I said silently as I hung up the phone.  I laid in bed for another minute before I got up and went to get Mary.  She was awake already, sitting in her crib playing with her toys.

            “Good morning baby girl,” I said with a smile and picked her up.  I wondered if I should bring her along with on this little last minute trip.  I’d have to call Gin and see if she could take her for a couple days.  I made my way downstairs and fed Mary and myself breakfast.  When I was finished I washed my dishes off and dialed Aunt Gin’s number.

            “’Ello?” she answer cheerful like always.

            “Hello Aunt Gin, how are you today?” I asked trying to sound light hearted.  I wasn’t sure what I would tell her the emergency was—I doubt she wanted to hear that her nephew was in  a Japanese jail at the moment.

            “Olivia dear!! I’m doing great, how are you?”

            “I’m doing well too,” I replied, “Say; I have a really big favor to ask of you,”

            “Yes, anything,”

            “You know how Paul’s in Japan right now,”

            “Yes,”

            “Well, you know Paul, he gets these crazy ideas in his head, and he really wants me to come down and be with him for a couple days and I’m just not sure if I should be bringing Mary or not.” Aunt Gin laughed.

            “Do you want me to baby sit Mary?”

            “If you could, I mean, if it’s not a problem,”

            “Oh Olivia darling, it’s not a problem at all.  You know how much I love being with that little girl!”  I sighed.

            “Thank you so much Gin,” I said, “Is it alright if I bring her over within the next hour?”

            “Of course,”

            “Thanks again,”

            “No problem, I’ll see you in a bit,”

            “Yes, good bye Gin,”

            “Ta love,”

            After Mary was done playing with what was left of her breakfast I gave her a bath and got her dressed.  I packed a few of her clothes and toys into a suitcase and then the phone rang.  I grabbed it rather quick.

            “Hello?”

            “Hey there ‘Liv,” it was John this time.

            “Hi John,” I said, “How are you?”

            “Oh I’m alright, and you?  Ready to come to Japan?” he asked.

            “I suppose,” I said, “Say, John?”

            “Yes luv?”       

            “Why didn’t you guys tell me that Paul didn’t do it?”

            “What?”

            “When George called he didn’t mention at all that it wasn’t Paul’s pot.  That would have made things a lot better,” I said.

            “Why did you do something irrational?” John asked laughing.  If he only knew, I thought.

            “No, I was just really furious with him,”

            “I’m sorry Olivia, but I don’t know why George didn’t tell you.  It was a rather extreme time here, so maybe he just forgot.”

            “Oh,” was all I said.

            “We’ve talked to Paul and we’ve got a flight leaving London in,” he paused, “About an hour and 20 minutes from your time—so, 1:30pm.  Like Paul told you, we’ll meet you at the airport and you can stay at the hotel with us.”

            “Okay, thanks a lot.” I said beginning to grab some of my stuff to bring along.

            “Paul told me to also tell you to grab some money from his ‘secret compartment’,” John said laughing, “Even though everyone knows where it is,”

            “Hey, be nice,” I said with a smile.  Paul was so adorable.

            “Alright, well, we’ll see you in a while then, aye?”

            “Yep, sound good,”

            “Buh-bye luv,” John said.

            “Bye John,” I hung up the phone and finished packing my stuff.  The timing ended up to be perfect.  By the time I dropped Mary off, talked to Gin for a few minutes, and got to the airport, I had just enough time for them to look up my ticket and get me on the plane.  I wasn’t sure how long of a flight it was, but I frankly didn’t care.  All that had been on my mind since I woke up was how and when I was going to tell Paul about what happened with Davy.  A part of me just didn’t want to tell him at all, but I knew I had to.  Paul and my relationship was built on being honest all of the time and I couldn’t change that now.  I ended up falling asleep the whole way there, which was a good way to rest my mind.  I opened my eyes slowly and looked out the window of the plane to a totally different landscape.  I had never been to any part of Asia so this was new to me.  The pilot announced that we would be landing in the next 20 minutes, and it went rather fast.  I got off the plane and felt so out of place with my tall slender body, blonde hair, and tan skin.  I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb—and it didn’t help that many people were staring at me, many of the guys smiling.  Thankfully I spotted George, Ringo, and John.  They waved and I made my way over to them with my luggage.

            “Well welcome to Asia,” John said bowing with his hands together.  I smiled.

            “Thanks,” I said hugging each of them.

            “I bet you just wish it was better circumstances, aye?” Ringo asked and I nodded. 

            “Our taxi is right over here,” George said and I followed them a little ways.  The taxi ride to the hotel wasn’t that long of a drive and we were only there long enough for me to set my stuff down.  The guys accompanied me to the jail, but let me go in by myself so I could be with Paul alone.

            “I don’t know what to do,” I said before getting out.

            “What do you mean?” John asked confused.

            “Well, do I just go in there and say I want to visit Paul McCartney?” I asked.

            “Yeah, there is a little desk in there and yes, you tell them exactly that.  They’ll do some checking stuff and ask who you are and for your ID,” he said and I looked in my purse just to make sure I had it, “Then you’ll have to go through some security stuff, but then you get to see him,”

            “Okay, thanks,” I said smiling and nervous.

            “You’ll do okay,” George smiled.  I left the taxi and walked in.  John was right, there was a little desk sitting there and I walked up to it.  I smiled as the Japanese man looked up at me, no smile whatsoever.

            “Can I help you?” he asked in very hard-to-understand English.

            “Yes, um, I’m here to visit Paul McCartney,” I said and he just stared at me.

            “Paul McCartney?” he asked me and I nodded, smiling again, even though this man obviously did not want to be friendly.  I looked around the room as he did some checking as John described.  The place was dark and dank-it wasn’t a friendly atmosphere at all.  Then again it was a prison.

            “Okay, and who are you?” he asked suddenly.

            “I’m his wife—Olivia McCartney,” I said and he looked at me, a smirk coming to his face.

            “He has wife?  Surprising,” he said, “ID please,” I was rather offended that he would make that comment about Paul.  I showed him my ID, choosing not to smile this time. The man looked at it and led me down a dark hallway to a few guards.  They checked my purse and patted me down.

            “Follow,” one guard said to me and he led me through a door that made me freeze in my tracks.  In front of us lay a hallway surrounded by 3 floors of prison cells—criminals everywhere, “Ma’am?” the guard said.  I nodded and began following him.  I felt uncomfortable.  I had never even been in an American prison.  Before long some whistling and hooting was heard and I tried not to look at the men doing it.  Some where American men who were shouting things I could understand, like “how are you doing baby?” but mostly it was just noises.  We got to the end and once again I started looking around.  The guard scared me when he pounded on the bars.

            “McCartney! McCartney, wake up!  You have visitor!” he said and I looked inside to find Paul curled up as small as he possibly could get on this tiny little bed in the corner.  He opened his eyes slowly.

            “Can I go in?” I asked the guard. He looked at me surprised—as if Paul was dangerous or something.

            “If you want,” he said and unlocked the door.  Paul, finally awake, opened his eyes up fully and stood up as the guard let me in, “Behave McCartney,” he said sternly and walked away.

            “Oh Olivia love!” Paul said running over to me and grabbing me in his arms.  I hugged him back, “I’ve missed you so much,” he said kissing my neck and then my mouth.  He moved his hands softly over my face and kissed me again.

            “How are you?” I asked him.

            “Much better now,” he said with a smile.  He was very dirty and he looked like he had been in the same clothes for days.  It also looked like he hadn’t eaten much nor got the chance to shave.  I almost wanted to cry with the sight of him. 

             “Paul, I can’t believe you are in here,” I said looking up at him sadly, “We need to tell them again that you didn’t do it,”

            “They aren’t going to listen love,” he said moving closer to me and kissing me again.  He moved from my mouth down to my neck and I closed my eyes for a split second and opened them when Paul slowly moved his right hand up my shirt a little.  His hands were not warm like they usually were, in fact they felt like ice and sent shivers down my spine, “I’ve missed you,” he breathed out in a whisper and kissing me again.  I smiled.

            “Missed me? It’s only been a week or so,” I said and he smiled smally and shook his head.

            “Love you know I miss you after a few hours,” he said reaching his hand up a little further, “But that’s not what I meant,” the way he was talking to me and touching me took my breath away for a minute.

            “What do you mean then?” I whispered back.

            “I miss being intimate with you,” he said, “I feel like it’s been ages since it’s just been us—just Olivia and Paul—no one else.  I love Mary, but ever since we’d had her things have been completely different.  I miss those days when it was just you and me, doing whatever we wanted to whenever we wanted to,”

            “I miss being with you too Paul,” I said quietly and it was true.  I agreed with him 100%.   Things had been so hectic since the end of the Beatles and my pregnancy with Mary.  The only times we were alone was at night and that was usually nothing more than sleeping, “I don’t think in those days though, we would’ve done that here,” I said and Paul laughed a little.

            “Ah, there’s a first time for everything love,” he said with a smirk.  I looked at him shocked and he laughed again, “I’m just joking—I would never do that with you when other people are watching.”  I smiled and he quickly went back to being serious, “But really, I think that after I get out of here, we should go somewhere else—somewhere away from England and our regular life.  Somewhere where all we have to worry about is the two of us.”

            “That sounds really nice,” I said but then paused, “But how are we going to get you out of here?”  Paul looked around and pulled me off to the corner.

            “Do you have the money I told you to bring?” he asked and I nodded slowly.

            “Yes, but how much is the bail for?” I asked having no clue. 

            “$30,000,”

            “$30,000!” I said loudly afterwards.

            “Shh, love, yes it’s thirty thousand,” he paused, “How much did you bring then?”

            “I—I just grabbed a handful,” I said, “I was in a hurry and was confused and I didn’t know—”

            “It’s alright ‘Liv,” he said with a comforting smile and then kissed me quick, “You’re new to the whole jail experience,” he said.

            “And you aren’t?” I asked surprised.

            “Come ‘ead love, you know I was in jail when we were in Hamburg—for ‘trying to burn the building down’?”  I smiled.

            “Oh yes,” I said.

            “Do you have it with you?”  I nodded opening up my purse.  He took it out and counted, “Perfect!  You have $55,000 here,”

            “So what do I do?” I asked him not knowing how to go about bailing someone out.

            “Just go back to the front desk you had to go to, to get in here.  Tell them you would like to bail me out.  They’ll have you sign stuff and then I’ll be out.”

            “Okay, and then what?”

            “Then, I’m calling the English Police and telling them to bloody make these Japanese check the bags for prints—they aren’t mine.  Hopefully, they’ll oblige and we’ll get our money back.”      

            “Wow, nice plan,” I said and he smiled with a shrug.

            “Alright, get your cute butt out there and get me free!” he said and I nodded.  He pulled me towards him quickly for a deep kiss.  We called the guard back and he let me out, leading me to the front desk. I went through the bailing process with the grumpy Japanese man from before and Paul was released with not hassle—though there were a few scowling faces from the Japanese.  It was almost as if they wanted him in prison.  Paul and I left the building hand in hand.  Paul called a taxi and we arrived back at the hotel where Paul showered and changed clothes. 

            “Are you alright ‘Liv?” John asked me while we sat and waited for Paul to get into the shower.  George and Ringo were out getting something to eat.

            “Huh?  What?” I asked arriving out of my trance.  John laughed.

            “I asked if you were okay—you seem very quiet, like you are thinking about something,” he said and I half smiled.

            “Yeah, I have a lot on my mind actually,”

            “Care to share?” he asked with a funny face as he noticed his rhyme.  I looked at him for a moment without speaking.  He eyed me closely, “So what did you do?”

            “What?” I asked suddenly, “What makes you think I did something?”

            “Because I can tell by your face,” he replied, “What happened?”

            “John I don’t want to talk about it,” I said.

            “Have you talked to anyone about it?”

            “No,”

            “Well maybe you should.  You seem confused and like you need someone to talk to,” he said, “You have my word I won’t say anything to anyone if you like,” I stared at him for a moment and he was right.  I did need someone to talk to and John was the closest thing I had right now.  I moved over beside him on the couch.

            “You are right John,” I said quietly so I could hear when Paul’s shower was done, “I did something horrible and I wish I hadn’t,” John raised his eyebrows.

            “Do tell young one,” he said acting like my mentor or something.  I smiled for a second and quickly frowned again.

            “I—I—kissed Davy two nights ago,” I said and John’s face looked surprised.

            “You what?  When did you see him?”

            “The night that George called telling me about Paul, Davy came over,” I said, “I was really mad.  I couldn’t believe that Paul would lie like that to me or be so stupid and risk the very thing that ended up happening to him.  I found his pot that he had stashed in our closet and flushed it,”

            “You flushed his pot?” he asked surprised still.

            “Yes, but he knows about that—he wasn’t mad,” I said, “Davy ended up stopping over at about 11pm, because he was just taking a drive around.  He told me that he and Linda just got over a divorce and I felt horrible for him.  He was so sad.  We just got to talking like old times, and I mentioned the accident.  That shocked him of course, and then he started saying sweet stuff like “I can’t believe you almost died, that I almost lost you”, and stuff like that.  I know he was just being nice and honest, and he wasn’t trying to hit on me or anything.  But I was so mad at Paul, I felt bad about Davy’s divorce, and what he was saying just sounded so sweet,” John was studying me closely as I continued, “I was mad and confused and Davy was sticking up for Paul, so I started drinking, which is something that I never do.  I just kept drinking and drinking and drinking…Davy was telling me to stop but I didn’t.  All of a sudden I was kissing Davy. He pulled away and said I needed to stop doing that.  I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to get back at Paul, for some reason I wanted to hurt him like he had hurt me…” I said and started crying.

            “Olivia, it’s alright,” John said.

            “No it’s not John,” I said looking up at him through my tears, “I did a horrible thing—Paul will never forgive me,”

            “Yes he will,” John said, “You could murder his best friend and he’d still forgive you,”

            “What?” I asked slowing my crying down.  John lit up on a cigarette.

            “The man loves you, can’t you see that?  He’ll be hurt sure, but even I can see how bad you feel.  I know as well as you do that what you did was wrong—he’ll understand that,” John told me, “You just have to talk to him, and it’ll be hard, but you have too.” I just stared at John and somehow I knew he was right.

            “Ah, it feels bloody good to be clean again,” Paul said emerging from the other room with a smile.  John and I smiled back at him.

            “You two look like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” he said looking behind him, “Was there something I missed?”            

            “Not really,” John said, “But I think I’m going to take this cigarette outside.  Glad to have you back mate,” he said smiling at Paul.

            “Thanks,” Paul said taking a seat next to me.  When Paul wasn’t looking John gave me a look and walked out.  Paul wrapped his arm around me and leaned his head back, “This feels so good.”

            “Yeah,” I said trying to smile.  Paul lifted his head back up and he looked down at me.

            “You alright darling?”

            “No,” I said.  I just wanted it to be quick.  He sat up straighter.

            “No?  What’s wrong?”

            “I need to tell you something, and you aren’t going to like it,” I said, “You’ll probably hate me,” I looked up at Paul who was very confused.  He looked around the room for a minute before looking back at me.

            “Okay….what is it?”

            “I did something bad Paul,”

            “Bad?  Olivia you are scaring me—what do you mean by bad?”

            “Two days ago, the day the George called me about your incident, I was furious.  I told you that,”

            “Yes, and you dumped all me drugs in the toilet,” he said with a smile, “You told me this already love and it’s alright,”

            “That’s not it,” I said and his smiled faded slowly, “That night Davy came over.” I looked at Paul to see his response and he slowly moved backwards.

            “Davy?  Why was he there?”

            “He was driving around to clear his head—he and Linda just got divorced,”

            “That’s horrible,” Paul said sounding sincere.

            “Yes, I know.  We were just talking about that and old times and I brought up the accident,”

            “How did he take it?” Paul asked and he seemed to forget that something bad was going to come from all this.     

            “He was completely shocked and devastated,” I said, “He started telling me how sad it is to think that I could’ve died and he and I had never gotten through our issues.  We got to talking about that, and we actually seemed to talk about some things that we were never really able to before.  Then I sort of, well, I think I went crazy or something,” I said thinking back on it.

            “What do you mean?”

            “Well, I started freaking out on him.  He was on your side, saying that you made a mistake or something.  That made me even madder at the situation so I started shouting at him, asking him to tell me what was wrong with me,” I said remembering it and not sure why I blew up like that.

            “Love there isn’t anything wrong with you,”

            “That’s what he said too.  That only made me mad so I started drinking,” I looked up at him slowly.

            “Drinking?  Like alcohol?” he asked shocked.

            “Yes, I had quite a few in a short amount of time.  I knew I shouldn’t have, but I was mad.  I didn’t have any friends to talk to, I couldn’t talk to you because you were in jail, and at the time I didn’t know it was for no reason.  Besides that my ex comes over saying he just got divorced—I was just so angry and sad and confused,”

            “That’s understandable—you had thought I lied to you and in a way abandoned my family.  I mean, it’s not that responsible of a thing to go round carrying drugs when you’ve got two other people who depend on you and need you,” he said with a smile.  He touched my face slowly, “Is that all this is about?  You drinking?”

            “No,” I said as a tear fell and I slowly touched Paul’s hand, bringing to my lap and just holding on to it, “I wasn’t myself, I had drank too much, and I was mad at you, so I-I”

            “You what?”

            “I kissed Davy Paul,” I said and he just stared at me and I let all my tears fall, “I kissed him but I didn’t want to.  I felt alone and neglected and he was being so nice.  I don’t feel anything for him at all Paul, I don’t, I promise.  I love you with all my heart and I with it had never happened,” he kept staring at me sadly as I rambled on fastly, “He kept telling me no that I didn’t want to be doing it, but I didn’t listen and I did it anyway.  I’m so sorry, Paul, I really a—”

All of a sudden Paul’s lips were on mine and he was pulling me close.  I didn’t know what to do but kiss back, all confused.   He pulled away and just looked at me, “What—what was that for?” I asked.

            “Because I love you,” he said.  I shook my head and sat back a little.

            “Because you love me?  Paul, I kissed my ex-boyfriend, aren’t you mad?”

            “No, not really,” he said, “I mean it hurts that you would go to that extreme, but I hurt you love.  In your eyes you had every right to think that I lied to you and was thinking only about myself and not about me family.  I know and Davy knew that you were confused and you didn’t know what to do, and you too obviously know now that it was wrong and that you really didn’t want to do it either.  That’s why I’m not mad at you. Look at me love,” he said lifting my chin and I stared into his eyes, “I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again.  You have changed so much for me love—not yourself, but your lifestyle.  You don’t have anybody over here but me, and it’s no secret that that’s not enough,”

            “Yes it is,” I said quietly.  He smiled.

            “No, it’s really not.  I mean yes, being with each other is the greatest thing in the world, but love everybody needs friends too.  They need someone they can talk to and be with when their partner is not around—someone they can talk to about their partner, get advice from.  You no longer have those friends and it’s because of me—you gave them up for me and it’s starting to finally hit you what you did,” he explained and he was right in a way, “Besides that you left a home that you knew, people that you loved and moved miles and miles away to be with me.  I knew one of these days that something like this was going to happen,”

            “So what do we do about it?” I asked him.  He smiled.

            “I think that we need to find a house in Los Angeles,” he said and my mouth dropped open.

            “What?”

            “I’ve been thinking it for quite some time now,” he said, “I think we should by a house down there and switch between seasons.  Live down there during the winter here and stay here during the summer.  That way you can see your friends more often.”

            “Oh Paul,” I said crying again.  I hugged him tight and kissed him deep, “This is one of the many, many reasons I love you,” I said kissing him again.  He kissed back pulling me tighter against him.

            “I just want you to know that I’d do anything for you,” he said, “And all I want is for you to be happy.  I just want you to be honest with me and tell me when you aren’t,”

            “Paul, I’ve never been unhappy,” I said, “I just felt lonely when you weren’t around,”

            “I know baby and I’m so sorry, I never wanted any of this to happen,”

            “It only makes us grow stronger and love each other deeper,” I said and he smiled, “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you,” I said.

            “Don’t worry about it love, it was a communication problem.  I don’t think it had anything to do with trust.  You were told something by one of me close friends, you’re only choice really was to believe him. I would do the same if it was something told to me by Brittany or Emily,”

            “I suppose,” I said, “Hey, do you want to go in our room now?”  I asked looking at him lovingly.  He smiled and nodded his head giving me a kiss.  We held hands as we made our way into our room locking the door behind us.  Paul began kissing me right away, walking me towards the bed.  He slowly took off my shirt and I unbuttoned his.  He laid me back onto the bed and crawled on top, kissing me starting at my bare stomach and up to my lips.  We made love that evening in Tokyo, Japan, and I think to this day I would say it was one of the best times we’ve had.  We had a good talk that night and our life was going to change yet again.  We would be moving to California and I would be able to be around friends again.  We talked more the next day and Paul decided that moving there wouldn’t be a hinder in his career at all.  The guys still weren’t sure what they were going to do as far as The Beatles went, but Paul said that one of the good things about being a musician and songwriter was that you could do it anywhere, so moving made no difference at all.  We still planned on taking a trip just the two of us—we planned to go to the Bahamas. Paul ended up calling the police in England and they were more than happy to look into the marijuana.  They said they would call back as soon as they found anything.  Aunt Gin was more than happy to take Mary for a few more days—she said they were having a blast together.  Paul and I were only in Japan for two more days before flying out to the Bahamas, and I couldn’t wait to have Paul all to myself.