1972, India

Some sexual embraces, not in this text, also intensify passion; these, too, may be used for love-making, but only with care. The territory of the text extends only so far as men have dull appetites; but when the wheel of sexual ecstasy is in full motion, there is no textbook at all, and no order. — Kamasutra 2.2.30–31

He's the Beatle who changed the most. Not just physically — they all had changed in that sphere — but also mentally. He's became wiser and surely, diving into Indian culture had its effects. Aside from chanting, reading Mahabharata and learning sitar, George wanted to visit India one more time. With a guide.

He'd known you for a while, since you worked with Ravi Shankar. Despite being English, your love for Indian culture and history was unmatched, the Yogi told him. He organized a meeting for you two, and soon enough George was fascinated with you. What an interesting lady you were, he thought, with so much passion. He insisted you join him in his trip, and how could you refuse? George's charms always worked well.

"Well, I've heard a thing or two about that text." George chuckled with a knowing grin, as you showed him the Kamasutra. In the dim light of beautifully decorated room, you placed the book on the floor in front of him. It was in Sanskrit, but you had no problem translating it for George. You started reading the chapter called 'Intimacy and Foreplay'. You felt his gaze. Observing your every move. Burning holes in your being.

As you translated the text for George, he listened intently. You tried to make it as less awkward as possible, because the explicit scenes and especially pictures were present in almost every page. You were used to that. George wasn't.

"So basically, it says that lalatika form enables both to feel each other and allows the man to visually appreciate 'the full beauty of the female form'. Kama in Sanskrit means pleasure, desire and longing." You tried to explain in simple words, as George scooted closer.

"I believe after this comes the practical part, right?" He purred, a lazy smirk on his face. The soft hue of incense, holding both of you in its cocoon, was dizzying. Lowering the inhibitions. His hand absent-mindedly traced patterns on your thigh, as his warm breath burned your neck. God is love, and love is God. And which one will help you was hard to tell...