5:35 pm. August 30, 1964. Atlantic City, New Jersey. Hotel.
I had thought about it and thought about it. There was nothing I could do but tell him no. I didn't know what else there was but that. I was much too in love with Ringo to pass him up for Brian. I felt awful, but I didn't see any way around this. I'd gotten away from the others for a bit so I could go to Brian's room and hop we wouldn't be interrupted.
I felt sweat beginning to bead over my lower back and in between my shoulder blades. This was so nerve racking. I knocked softly at his door then took a deep breath. God, I hoped I was doing the right thing.
I felt sweat beginning to bead over my lower back and in between my shoulder blades. This was so nerve racking. I knocked softly at his door then took a deep breath. God, I hoped I was doing the right thing.