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| It was 1966. I was a 19 year old virgin, I had gone out for a girls night out out with my 3 best friends, Cassandra O'Brien, Sofia Boyardi and Christina Carritt. They had all left eventually and I was still there on my own. I was standing at the bar with a scotch and coke. Now, being still a teenager, I was a Beatles fan. Ringo was my favourite. I was watching the door, because I wanted to see if any cute guys came in. Then he walked in. Ringo Starr
He walked over to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. As soon as he got his drink he walked over to me and said, "Hello, luv."
Shivers ran up my spine at hearing that sexy voice of his.
"Hello." I replied.
"What's your name, luv?"
"Laura Trecasse, and I know who you are."
He sighed and said "Everyone does."
We chatted for a few more minutes and then he asked if I was busy later that night. Seeing as it was close to midnight, I thought it was a bit of a daft question, but I replied, "No."
"Where do you live?" he asked me
" 'Round the corner from here." I said.
"Gear, luv, do you want to go there? I mean, this bar is awfully crowded. I was almost empty. I don't know what I was doing here in the first place.
"Um, alright." I was exited, because I was anticipating what would happen next. Sex. Then I would never see him again. But at least it was someone famous, that I would lose my virginity to.
I led him to my apartment. I live alone, because my parents died early last year. We went inside. I led him to my room, and he started to undo the top button of my blouse. He worked his way down my blouse, then pulled down my skirt. We made love many, many times that night. But when I woke up the next morning, Ringo Starr was gone.
I knew I had done a very bad thing, for it was 1966, but I felt content, and was proud of it. Certainly, I bragged to my friends about it for ages.
3 months later I discovered I was pregnant. With Ringo Starr's child. Or twins as it later turned out to be. I named them Richard and Elizabeth Trecasse. Richard looked exactly like his father, and Elizabeth resembled him quite a bit, too.
1 day, in 1977, I think it was, I was walking down a street in London with the twins, and I ran into him again. He must have recognized me, which I found amazing, because he stopped me and just said, "Laura?"
"Yes?"
"I still remember you. Are these your kids?"
"Yes, Richard and Elizabeth." He started at my sons name. And the obvious resemblance.
"Are they, I mean, we, that night, uh, how? Who is the father?" he stuttered. By now the children were looking at a shop window, instead of listening to us.
"Yes, Ringo, they are. And I don't care. I love them. They are yours. So I took the liberty of naming your son after you. But you don't care about them. They are my children, and I love them with all my heart." Ringo stared at me and whispered,
"You know, I love you, luv."
"No you don't. Goodbye, Richard Starkey."
I called the twins and walked away.
"Who was that, Mum?" asked Richard.
"Oh, no-one, just someone I know." |
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