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Paul finished shooing the last extra members of their party out the door, without a moment to spare. George, Peter, Micky and Ringo had devolved in a mass of limbs and groovy eastern pillows. John and Mike were no where to be seen.
Paul spotted Davy sitting on the couch, a blank stare on his face, fingers resting on his lips. Wasn't that just like Lennon, to make out with some poor kid and leave them speechless.
Paul appraised Davy. He had heard the kid had been hired to attract the same attention girls paid to Paul. He was sure it worked, because Davy was adorable.
Paul sat next to him, pulled his hand down, and brushed Davy's lips gently with his own hand. Davy's eyes fixated on him, before catching notice of the others.
"Ah, so the Beatles do this kinda stuff too?"
"Honey pie, they all do. It's the best kept secret in rock and roll!"

Description
Paul finished shooing the last extra members of their party out the door, without a moment to spare. George, Peter, Micky and Ringo had devolved in a mass of limbs and groovy eastern pillows. John and Mike were no where to be seen.
Paul spotted Davy sitting on the couch, a blank stare on his face, fingers resting on his lips. Wasn't that just like Lennon, to make out with some poor kid and leave them speechless.
Paul appraised Davy. He had heard the kid had been hired to attract the same attention girls paid to Paul. He was sure it worked, because Davy was adorable.
Paul sat next to him, pulled his hand down, and brushed Davy's lips gently with his own hand. Davy's eyes fixated on him, before catching notice of the others.
"Ah, so the Beatles do this kinda stuff too?"
"Honey pie, they all do. It's the best kept secret in rock and roll!"