The Munter 
Tuesday, November 5th, 1963
Sage returned home right past six. The sky had already darkened and the autumn chill had settled on London. She felt a cold coming over her, being soaked by the muddy water and the bitter wind did not aid her health. She walked inside of her home and removed her home-knitted gloves and hat.
"Mum, I'm home," the twenty year old said as she closed the old door behind her.
"Good lord Sagey, get out of those clothes before you catch a fire!" Her mother greeted her and began removing her wet coat and scarf with her one arm, which wasn't broken.
"How did it go dear?" she asked kindly.
"I got the job," she said in a muted tone. Despite it she smiled so that her mother wouldn't worry. Her mother clapped eagerly and kissed both of cheeks.
"Oh! Bless! That is great news! We will be able to pay the rent soon then," she sighed in relief. Sage simple nodded agreeing. Her mother noticed t
First encounters.Paul stepped onto the bus and shook the water out of his no longer perfectly styled brown hair. His deep brown doe eyes scanned the bus until they finally fell upon a boy wearing the same school uniform as him.
Paul grinned and slipped a bit on the wet floor as the bus pulled away. He walked precariously over to the seat and dropped into it.
"Ello!!" Paul said cheerfully. "Shit weather innit?" The other boy had barely noticed Paul's existence until then, he responded with a quiet "Mm."
Paul's smile faltered a tiny bit and an awkward silence fell over the bus, broken only by the sound of rain pelting off the bus roof and gossiping old women clucking away on the second story.
Paul sighed and smiled broadly and held out his hand. "My names Paul!" The other boy turned his head slightly and squeezed Paul's hand "Mm." He muttered in a strong Scouse accent "'m George." Silence fell again.
Paul studied George's profile out of the corner of his eye. Even in the dim light of the lower deck of th
Backstage Pass: Part 1
Paul threw back his head and screamed in ecstasy and relief. He threw out his arms out and fell backwards, hitting the dirty old stage floor hard. The Germans before him screamed for more but Long Tall Sally had finished Paul McCartney for the night and their gig was over.
Paul felt the audience pull at his trouser bottoms and shoes but then he felt a pair of thin arms hook themselves under his shoulders and drag him backwards.
"Bastards." George muttered to himself as Stu, Pete and John stepped over Paul and left the stage, not one of them stopping to offer to help bring Paul to bed.
When Paul felt himself be dragged up a stairs, he continued to play dead, he wanted to see how long he could drag things out...
George groaned and strained as he dragged Paul's dead weight up the stairs to their shared bedroom. When he reached the door, he kicked it open (it never closed properly anyway, it was always open a bit) and threw Paul on the bed.
Paul lay face down on the bed, breathing shallowl
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