PROJECT TIME TRAVEL - (1963 - Merseybeat) - She's a Confort to me

Still in the early 1960s, when garage rock and garage punk were still in vogue, a new major style change was emerging. From Liverpool came 'the #merseybeat (or the beginning of ‘the British invasion’). Rock music would never be the same again, or as musicmap.info describes it:

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Mersey Beat (called after the river Mersey in Liverpool) or simply ‘Beat’ was the great second revolution of Rock. Most noteworthy are The Beatles, who won the hearts of every teen in the UK and America, and who started out as a seemingly upright boybands but later revolutionized sound recording. Inspired by their huge success - a true mania - many British Mersey Beat bands took the journey across the ocean to invade America and become Rock stars, though few actually succeeded. This phenomenon and the genre itself, is since known as the British Invasion (though British Blues Rock was also a part of this invasion).
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Story:
*The Tale of Lonely Davey and the Girl with the Appetite*

It was a wet Tuesday, the kind of grey that seeps right into your bones. Davey was leaning against the brick wall outside the Cavern Club, nursing a broken heart and a lukewarm cola. His steady girl, Linda, had just run off with a rhythm guitarist, leaving Davey convinced that he would never feel warmth or love again.

That was when Penny walked up. She was "gear" in every sense of the word—beehive stacked high, eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, and a smile that seemed a little too wide for her face.

She didn't mind Davey’s moping. In fact, she seemed charmed by it. She told him he looked "sweet enough to eat," and offered him a place to escape the rain. She promised to take care of him, to hide him away from the cruel world where girls ran off with musicians.

Now, the lads at the pub had warned Davey about Penny. "She’s a man-eater, that one," they’d whispered over their pints. "She goes through blokes like they’re biscuits."

Davey, poor naive soul, nodded sagely. He thought they meant she was a heartbreaker, a femme fatale who would chew up his emotions. He puffed out his chest, thinking, I can handle a strong woman. Let her eat my heart out.

He didn't realize until he was back at her flat just how literal his mates had been.

The trap didn't snap shut with a cage or a lock, but with a hug. A hug that got tighter, and softer, and... darker. When she opened her mouth to kiss him, she just didn't stop opening it. The realization hit Davey about the same time his feet disappeared from the living room rug: Oh. She’s actually hungry.

But strangely enough, there was no screaming. As he slid from the cold, rainy world of rejection into the dark, cozy warmth of Penny’s affection, Davey realized something profound. He wasn't lonely anymore. He was safe. He was held. He was, quite literally, filled with her love (or rather, filling it).