be-my-ally

September 2, 1974

It’s now or never. Ronnie grabbed a little balled-up piece of fabric from her handbag and launched it onto the stage. Seeing something red flying toward him out of his peripheral vision, Elvis turned and caught it in mid-air.

“Maybe I’m in the wrong line of work, folks,” he laughed as he shook out the fabric and examined it. Red lacy panties. He looked in the direction of the launch and made out a dark-haired woman standing close to the stage, watching him earnestly. “Are these yours, honey?”

Ronnie nodded, giving the most come-hither look she could manage with her heart racing a million miles an hour.

“Were ya tryna trade ‘em for a kiss?” Elvis wandered over to the edge of the stage and knelt down. He leaned in close to Ronnie and pressed his lips against hers.

Stay focused, Ronnie reminded herself, her whole body feeling like it was on fire. Before he could pull away, she whispered in his ear what she had planned on saying since buying her ticket to the closing show. “You can have the rest of my clothes after the show.”

Elvis did a double-take, a smirk playing across his lips as he shook his head slightly with amusement. He never knew quite how to respond to these public displays of...something.

“We got a wild group here tonight, boy, I’ll tell ya,” Elvis laughed into the microphone and continued on with the show.

Ronnie watched the rest of the show on a little bit of a high. If nothing else, she gave him something to think about. And hopefully remember her by.

The show was perhaps more memorable for everyone else because Elvis decided to announce in no uncertain terms that he had never been strung out and would rip the tongues out of those who would accuse him of such behavior. Ronnie studied him as his outburst escalated, feeling a surge of sympathy for whatever he was going through. His words were angry, but his vulnerability and pain were plain as day. Perhaps he doth protest too much, she considered. She wondered if it was denial or fear of disappointing his legions of fans that had him so worried. Maybe she would get a chance to soothe him later on. His angry rant segued oddly into an absolutely beautiful “Hawaiian Wedding Song,” his magical voice carrying both him and the audience away from their burdens and into a sweet fantasy.

As Elvis finished the last notes of the concert and disappeared behind the curtain, Ronnie filed out of the showroom, still feeling some butterflies from the whole experience.

“Hey! Red lace!” She was pulled out of her fantasy world by a sullen-looking man with red hair.

“It’s Ronnie, actually,” she explained, but he had little interest in her name.

“Elvis would like ya to come up to his suite for a party.” The man looked her up and down, the judgment basically pouring off of him, and then turned and jerked his head, motioning for her to follow.

Ronnie could feel her heart pick up speed as she hurried after Mr. Sullen, her heels clicking on the floor with each step. She followed his lead and didn’t say a word, trying to focus instead on what she might say to Elvis.

As they got off the elevator and walked toward the suite, the man decided in this most nerve-wracking moment to bestow some words of wisdom upon her: “Look honey, girls like you are a dime a dozen, so don’t get your hopes up, okay? You ain’t really Elvis’ type anyway.”

Determined not to let him get in her head, Ronnie just nodded wordlessly and found herself swept into a room filled with random men, some looking annoyed and some laughing way too loud, women who looked like they could have stepped off a runway, and minor celebrities. She looked around for Elvis, but he was nowhere to be found. She poured herself some punch and made a home next to the window overlooking the city. She felt so out of her element. This was obviously a mistake.

As she stared into space, wondering how on Earth she’d actually made it up here and whether she should just try to disappear, a low voice sounded behind her. “I see you’re still dressed.”

Ronnie gasped and turned to see Elvis smirking at her, his eyes drifting down to the low V-neckline of her green fringed cocktail dress. He had changed out of his sexy tiger jumpsuit and into black pants and a green button-down shirt. He looked so handsome. Stay focused, she repeated her mantra to herself. She wanted this. She wanted him. Time to make it happen.

“Well, I figured I would wait until we’re alone to give you the rest of my clothes,” she said with what she hoped was a casual sexy wink, and not some sort of terrifying eye twitch.

Elvis looked her in the eyes and smiled. It was almost a shy smile, to her surprise. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Veronica. But everyone calls me Ronnie. What’s your name?”

Elvis snorted out a laugh as he shook his head with amusement, the same way he’d responded to her onstage. She liked being the source of his laughter. “I’m Elvis,” he humored her, offering a handshake.

“I’m sorry, Elvis, I’m just not going to be satisfied with a handshake when you already kissed me earlier,” Ronnie teased.

“You women. Never satisfied,” Elvis grinned as he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

“You changed your clothes,” she commented as he pulled back and adjusted the collar of his shirt.

“Oh yeah, well I didn’t want come to the party lookin’ all hot and sweaty still.” Elvis smirked, knowing he was baiting her. And she couldn’t resist.

“Seeing you all hot and sweaty sounds pretty good to me. And you looked very sexy with that tiger across your chest.”

“Well they do call me Tiger Man, y’know. It’s my karate name.”

Ronnie could feel the electricity building between them. “I bet they do,” she murmured. “I bet you have a lot of special skills.”

“Well honey, there’s a bedroom right through there, if you want to show me you’re a woman of your word.” Elvis was surprised by himself. This is not the kind of woman he usually found himself drawn to; she seemed so forward and...experienced. But after the month he’d had, maybe a little jolt of electricity was just what he needed.

“I’ll show you anything you want, Elvis,” Ronnie slipped her hand into his as he pulled her toward the bedroom, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they weren’t being too obvious. He locked the door and sat down on the couch next to the bed, the soft glow from a lamp illuminating his handsome features.

“So, I’ve finally got you alone,” Ronnie whispered as she sat next to him. “What did you want to do?” She leaned in close to him, her breasts nearly popping out of the low-cut dress.

Elvis blushed a little bit, his eyes again wandering over her body. “You’re a very forward woman, honey. Ya always like that?”

“Just when I see something I really want.” Ronnie reached over and started to unbutton Elvis’ shirt. “And I really want you.”

“Why’s that, Ronnie?” Elvis asked, his body seeming to tremble a little under her touch. She opened the last button and spread his shirt open, revealing a broad hairy chest. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms, her fingertips lightly brushing his bare skin.

“You must know how unbelievably sexy you are.” Ronnie leaned over and pressed her lips against his, then moved to his cheek, his ear, his neck. She could hear his breathing start to pick up pace.

“W-w-well, I do hear that sometimes,” Elvis stuttered out with a little chuckle. “But I don’t always see it myself. I’ve gained some weight the last year or two,” he muttered, wondering why he would announce that in this moment with his whole torso exposed.

But Ronnie just smiled as she let her hands wander down over his chest and stomach. “I noticed that. It looks so good on you.” She pressed her lips to his fuzzy chest, then down to his stomach. “More space to put my lips on,” she murmured into his skin.

She slid off the couch down onto the floor between his legs, her hand trailing down over the bulge in his pants, eliciting a delightful little shiver from him. She traced all the way down his leg to his boots, which she unzipped and pulled off. She peeled off his socks next and took one of his feet in her hands, rubbing his arch before leaning down to press a kiss to it.

“Mmm,” Elvis moaned. “That feels real good, honey. Ya ain’t gotta do all that, though.”

“I want to,” Ronnie insisted, following suit with his other foot. “You deserve to feel good.” She walked her fingers back up his leg, reaching for the zipper on his pants.

“Oh God,” Elvis groaned as she unzipped him and reached her hand into his fly.

“I guess we do have something in common – no underwear,” Ronnie giggled as she felt her way in, his hair brushing her fingertips.

“Ha, funny girl,” Elvis’ laugh gave way to a little moan when she pulled his pants down, setting him free.

“Oh, God, Elvis,” Ronnie breathed out when she saw him. “You didn’t tell me you were...uncut.” She stared at his beautiful hard dick, the head peeking out of his foreskin, driving her crazy with desire.

Elvis’ face turned pink at the mention of this. “I-I-It's just-” he started trying to explain, or defend, or whatever he was supposed to do when someone was disappointed, but she cut him off.

“It’s so perfect,” she gushed. “You just get sexier by the second.”

Elvis stared down, feeling confused and frankly, kind of light-headed. She was sitting here gushing about his dick like it was the Mona Lisa. “Honey, you must be confused.”

“Oh, Elvis, there’s nothing sexier than a man in his natural state. Just look at you.” Ronnie could resist no longer. She swirled her tongue around his tip, savoring his scent, his flavor. It was all so intoxicating. She took him in her mouth as deep as she could, sucking, licking, moaning.

“Goddamn, woman.” Elvis looked down at the way her mouth was all over him, taking him in completely. Before he knew what was happening, she had moved down lower, her lips wrapped around his balls as she pumped his dick in her hand.

Ronnie ran her tongue over his fuzzy balls, his moaning fueling her adrenaline. She rubbed his sensitive tip with her thumb as she slid her tongue down even lower, licking that little stretch leading back away from his balls toward his...ouch! Ronnie felt his legs closing around her head.

“Ronnie, that’s not, don’t, I can’t...” he couldn’t seem to get the words out, but she sensed panic in his body. She pulled her head up and braced her hands on his thighs, trying to relax him and keep herself from getting crushed. Damn, his thighs were strong.

“It’s okay, Elvis. I just want you to feel good. I won’t go back so far.” Elvis relaxed a little bit again and Ronnie continued licking right under his balls, making sure not to go any further. She used her tongue to create some pressure right in that spot, and the moan Elvis let out was the sweetest music she had ever heard. She captured his dick in her mouth just in time to taste his warm release. She continued to suck after his body had relaxed.

“That’s it baby, I ain’t got no more,” he whispered, his legs trembling slightly.

Ronnie pulled her mouth off of him and pressed her lips to his inner thigh, sucking on his skin a little bit. “We’ll see,” she said softly, continuing to press wet little kisses all over his most sensitive parts.

“I ain’t twenty no more baby, I can’t go two rounds,” Elvis laughed even as he could feel his body start to respond to her attention. She licked his soft dick and blew on it lightly, then very gently started to pump it until his head began to emerge again.

Ronnie pulled herself up off the ground and straddled his lap, her dress riding up to reveal that she was indeed a woman of her word.

“Goddamn honey, you weren’t kiddin’ ‘bout havin’ no underwear on. W-w-were ya worried ‘bout someone else seein’ all that?”

“I just knew I wanted you to see it. Only you. If you didn’t invite me up here, I was gonna have to go to my hotel room and think about your sexy body while I touched myself.” Ronnie rocked back and forth on his lap, feeling him grow harder underneath her, pushing against her opening. The way he moaned softly at that sent a shiver through her body.

“Can ya show me the rest, too, baby?” Elvis asked, his fingers tracing over her cleavage. Ronnie nodded and pulled the straps of her dress down her arms, revealing her breasts to him. Elvis leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and caressing it with his tongue.

“Elvis, I want you inside of me so bad,” Ronnie whispered in his ear, her hands running through his hair as he continued kissing her breasts, leaving little nibbles on her skin.

“I ain’t got nothin’ with me, honey. A-are ya on somethin’?”

“Don’t worry about that, Elvis, I’m careful,” Ronnie murmured as she reached down and grabbed him, making sure he was lined up right.

Elvis looked down and watched with lust as Ronnie lowered herself onto him, his dick disappearing completely inside her fuzzy little pussy.

“Oh shit, Ronnie, we really fit together nice, don’t we, baby?”

“Mmmmm,” Ronnie moaned out as she rocked her hips on him while he snapped upwards, his dick hitting that spot inside her so perfectly.

“Oh God, Elvis, that’s it, right there,” Ronnie thought she might burst from the intensity of the pleasure.

Elvis watched as Ronnie’s beautiful tits bounced in his face, her lips calling out his name. With one last deep thrust, she tilted her head back and shuddered with ecstasy. He could feel the evidence of their pleasure leaking out, spilling onto him. He felt such a deep satisfaction when Ronnie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, her head laying against his shoulder.

“Wow, baby, that was really somethin’. Two times. I can’t remember the last time I...” Elvis’ voice trailed off, feeling a little uncertain about his vulnerability. He changed courses completely. “Do ya want a piece of jewelry or anything?”

Ronnie lifted her head and gave him a funny look. “Elvis, I’m not a prostitute.” She felt more amused than offended by his gesture, though. She was sure plenty of women had taken him up on that type of offer.

“I-I-I know that, honey. I woudn’t have ya here if ya were, I mean, I don’ need to pay no woman to fool around with me,” he stumbled over his words, adding to Ronnie’s amusement. “I-I didn’t mean anything by it, I jus’ know people usually expect some sort of souvenir or something when they meet me.”

Ronnie smiled and kissed his cheek. He really was a sweet man, probably taken advantage of all the time. “My souvenir is the sound of you moaning when I was licking you,” she whispered in his ear.

Elvis turned bright red and laughed a little bit. “Ya sure did make me feel good,” he smiled.

“Well that’s enough for me then. I’m glad I could make you feel that good. You deserve it.” Ronnie pressed a deep, passionate kiss to his lips, slipping her tongue in his mouth, before climbing off him and going to the bathroom to clean herself off.

“Ya gotta go so soon, honey?” Elvis asked when she came out. He had put his pants back on and was sitting on the bed now, his chest still exposed. He just felt comfortable around her for some reason. He patted the spot next to him, and she climbed up and leaned her head against his bare chest. She wasn’t expecting anything more than sex; she knew that’s what men wanted from her. But she had to admit it felt so nice to just lay there in his arms. She didn’t want to ruin it, but she knew she needed to say something. He needed to know that she cared.

“Elvis,” she started uncertainly. “What you said during your concert...about the drugs and everything.” She could feel him tense beneath her, but he didn’t speak. “I know there’s a lot of people in your life who you have to take care of, or they come to you with their hand out. But, I need you to know, that it’s okay if you’re not perfect. And it’s okay if you have to ask for help sometimes.”

“I don’t need help,” Elvis said tersely, trying to keep his temper in check.

“Okay,” Ronnie responded quietly, drawing little infinity designs on the soft flesh of his stomach with her fingertips. “But if you ever do need help, or just someone to talk to who doesn’t expect anything from you, I’m here.”

Elvis sighed a deep sigh and then pulled her in closer. “Ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me, honey. But I appreciate that ya do. It feels nice.”

Elvis stared down, watching as the remnants of his ice cream melted into a creamy soup at the bottom of the bowl. The sound of giggles from the couch behind him set his nerves on edge. He’d need to have a talk with the guys about the kind of women they were trying to set him up with.

“It’s not workin’ out with Ginger,” he’d explained. “She don’t even wanna go on tour with me. I need someone new. Someone sweet and nice,” he’d clarified. And this is what they bring him. The girls were pretty, but not much else going on. He’d already tried that route before. He glanced over his shoulder at some blonde laughing and leaning in close to Joe on the couch, her chest squeezed against his arm. Elvis flinched at the sight.

“Joe!” He barked out, unable to hide his annoyance. “Can ya see who’s upstairs and get me another bowl of ice cream?” Joe rolled his eyes so only his female companion could see and headed upstairs.

Elvis sighed and drummed his fingers on the bar. His only hope now was the friend Larry was bringing with him to this little party. Where was Larry anyway? He should have been here an hour ago.

As if on cue, Larry came waltzing down the mirror-lined staircase, the figure of a woman obscured behind his tall frame. “Sorry I’m late, Elvis. Something came up at the house.” Before Elvis could reply, Larry grabbed his friend by her shoulders and sort of pushed her forward in introduction. “This is Bobbi, the friend I was telling you about.”

Elvis surveyed the sight in front of him, trying not to linger too long on the low neckline of her green blouse. Bobbi fiddled with her hands, twisting a ring on her finger as she looked back at him, a shy smile on her face.

“Hi, Elvis, it’s nice ta meet ya,” she almost whispered, her cheeks turning pink.

Elvis noticed that she was much curvier than his recent girlfriends, but all he could really focus on in this moment was her beautiful smile. “I’ve been waitin’ for ya ta show up, honey,” he drawled with an effortless charm. Just as he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto a stool next to him, Joe reappeared with a bowl and spoon.

“Here ya go, boss. Your, uh, third bowl of ice cream.”

Elvis’ face flushed with embarrassment even as his eyes shot fire in Joe’s direction. Would Bobbi laugh at him, or turn and leave right away? He leaned against the bar, trying to hide his round stomach from her view.

Bobbi just put her hand on his arm and leaned in conspiratorially. “Y’know what they say, you can never have too much ice cream.”

Elvis smiled back as he looked down at her fingers resting on his sleeve. “That’s right honey, now ya gonna share this with me?”

“I’m sure she will,” Joe muttered under his breath as he shuffled back toward the couch.

Elvis was too busy admiring Bobbi for the words to register in his mind. He scooped some ice cream onto the spoon and raised it toward her, something feeling very warm inside of him as he watched her lips part so he could feed her the sweet treat.

“Well, I’ll just leave you two kids alone,” Larry murmured with amusement as he backed away and sat down on the couch, watching Elvis and Bobbi stare into each other’s eyes like lovestruck teenagers.

Elvis licked some ice cream off the spoon before getting another bite ready for Bobbi. He imagined that he could taste her sweet lips on the spoon.

“A pretty girl like you ain’t got no boyfriend, honey?” Elvis asked as he licked the spoon again. He could feel Bobbi’s eyes on his tongue without even looking in her direction.

“No, it’s, uh, hard ta meet the right guy,” Bobbi mumbled, adding, “And I ain’t that pretty.”

Elvis cocked his head and gave her a funny look. “Honey, you can’t really mean that. I’ve seen that beautiful smile.”

Bobbi blushed and murmured, “Well, hopefully someday soon I meet the right guy. I would really like to be in love with somebody and take care of him and everything. I’m sure that sounds silly,” she added nervously.

Elvis grinned and reached out to feed her some more ice cream. “Not at all, baby. I think that’s real sweet.” As they locked eyes, he accidentally tipped the spoon and some ice cream dribbled down onto Bobbi’s chest. Elvis could no longer stop himself from staring down at her tits, a little trail of melted cream seeping into her cleavage. “Your smile ain’t the only beautiful thing ‘bout ya, honey.”

Bobbi’s face turned bright red as she giggled nervously. “Elvis,” she whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the others sitting on the couch. They seemed absorbed in their own conversation.

“Baby, if we were alone right now, I’d help ya clean that up. I’ve been feelin’ your eyes on my tongue all this time. Truth be told, I’d love ta be takin’ care of someone right now too.” Elvis licked his lips as he watched her blush spread all the way down her neck.

“Elvis, I, um, I, you’re makin’ me feel very warm. I should go clean this off in the bathroom. Can ya tell me where it is?” Bobbi tried to breathe evenly, her heart racing at his flirtatious words.

“I’ll show ya, honey. I need ta get somethin’ from upstairs anyway.” He grabbed her hand and led her through a room with a pool table and to a little hallway with a bathroom. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” he said with a wink.

Elvis hurried up to his room and grabbed the necklace he wanted to give Bobbi. She just wanted to be in love and take care of someone – exactly what he’d been looking for. Now he knew what Larry had meant. “She might not be exactly what you’re used to Elvis, but keep an open mind. I think you’ll see she’s perfect for what your spirit needs.”

Elvis descended the green carpeted steps just as Bobbi was coming out of the bathroom. The ice cream was gone, and there was just a faint wet spot where she’d dabbed the front of her blouse.

“Maybe next time you can clean me up the way you wanted,” Bobbi teased, noticing Elvis’ eyes still on her chest. Now it was Elvis’ turn to blush. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but the flirtatious energy took a quick nosedive as a voice wafted out from the TV room.

“Why’s he wasting his time flirting with that fatty? I came all the way here because you promised he’d give me a piece of jewelry, Joe!”

“Where’d he go anyway? Let’s check upstairs. They might have crushed each other.” Giggles followed.

The sound of several sets of footsteps ascending the mirrored staircase couldn’t stop the hateful words and laughter from ringing in Bobbi’s ears.

She stared down at the floor, her eyes filling with tears as she turned to leave. She found herself at the foot of a green carpeted staircase, carpet running all the way up the walls like moss.

“Honey, where ya goin? Don’t listen to those fools.” He should’ve stopped listening to them a long time ago, that’s for sure. Elvis gently grabbed her arm, keeping her at the bottom of the stairs with him.

“Elvis,” she whispered. “I like talkin’ to you, but it’s not nice to tease me like this.”

“What d’ya mean, honey?” Elvis leaned back against the wall, his thumb tucked into the waistband of his pants. Was she not interested anymore?

“Y’know, actin’ like you’d be interested in me when there’s all these other beautiful girls here.”

Elvis looked her up and down and smiled warmly. How could he convince her how beautiful she was? “Baby, I don’t pretend for nobody, okay? If I wanted ta be talkin’ ta someone else, I would be doin’ jus’ that.”

“But, but-” Bobbi stammered. A peal of phony laughter came wafting down from upstairs, making Elvis’ skin crawl. He rolled his eyes as he pulled Bobbi close to him.

“Exactly, baby. Who needs some phony chicks willin’ ta do God-knows-what with my friends ta get a piece of jewelry out of me when I have your butt-butt right here?” He let his hands wander down and wrap around her soft body, squeezing her round butt. He’d been wanting to touch her like this since she walked in. He could feel the way her body responded to his touch so quickly. Her hand trailed down his chest as she leaned close to whisper in his ear.

“I was nervous ta meet you, Elvis.”

“Why’s that, honey? I’m jus’ a harmless old man,” he joked. “No need ta be afraid. I wouldn’t do nothin’ to ya.” He really wanted to do everything, though. Everything that he could do to please her. He stuck his tongue in her ear and felt her shiver with desire against him.

Then she took him by complete surprise. “I’m afraid of what I want to do to you.” Her hand continued its journey south, running over his stomach and pausing right at his waistband.

Elvis could feel himself blushing and he hoped he wouldn’t let her down. “What do ya wanna do honey? Here I thought you were jus’ a nice little girl.”

“Nice little girls love to make their man feel good.” He felt his waistband being pulled out and her soft warm hand slipping down inside his pants. He shivered as her fingertips brushed lightly against his pelvis. When was the last time he’d been touched like this? When had he last let himself be so vulnerable? It felt so right with her.

“Oh so I’m yours, baby?” Elvis smiled down and gave her butt another gentle squeeze, hoping he could get himself ready in a hurry.

“You’re mine right now. And I want to make you feel so good.”

Dammit. He wasn’t ready yet. Now she knew. He tried not to panic as her hand wrapped around his soft dick. But she didn’t seem bothered at all. She slipped her other hand in and massaged his balls, her touch so soft and loving.

“Honey I’m not sure if I can do this right now, right here,” he murmured, his head tipped back, praying for a miracle to end this embarrassment.

“Let me just try for you?” she asked sweetly, continuing to rub him with both hands.

What could he do but nod and do what he was best at? He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she let out the most sensual moan. There it is. He could still make her feel good. Little Elvis loved the thought of that. He loved it a lot. As he hardened in her hand, she slipped her other hand out and guided his touch from her butt to her chest.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered as he squeezed her soft breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. That whimpering was more than he could handle.

“Shit,” he mumbled, grasping at the wall behind him. “Oh God woman,” he couldn’t stop himself from moaning, sweat running down his face now. When he saw his sweat droplets drip onto her tits, he was done for. The release felt better than he ever remembered.

“Let me clean you off,” he heard Bobbi whisper, and before he could stop her, she was crouching in front of him and pulling his pants low enough to expose all of him.

His body felt like it was on another plane as she licked the cum off his sensitive tip. He trembled as her tongue lapped at his balls and then all around the base of him. All he could do was moan out “Oh God, oh God, oh God” as she kissed every sensitive spot.

As he helped her to her feet, he realized for the first time that he was out here in the open moaning with pleasure. “Damn baby, we shoulda gone up to my room. I wasn’t expectin’ all that right now.”

Bobbi blushed and buried her face in his chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Oh, shit. She was taking that the wrong way. “Honey, I’m not embarrassed by ya. I-I-I embarrass myself.” Stupid stutter. Why did that have ta come out right now? “I-I didn’t want anyone hearin’ me moan like a dog in heat. Or seein’ me sweatin’ all over such a beautiful woman.” He turned and wiped his sweaty forehead on the carpeted wall, leaving a wet spot behind.

Bobbi giggled as she reached out to touch his sweat mark. “Elvis! You’re gonna ruin the wall.”

“It ain’t ruined baby. I jus’ always wanna remember exactly what happened in this spot. How ya touched my heart and...some other things.” He smiled as he pulled her in close again. God, she was so sweet and beautiful. “Oh! I almost forgot. I wanted ta give ya somethin’ after our conversation earlier.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a gold chain with a lightning bolt and the letters “TLC.”

“Oh, Elvis, you don’t have ta give me anything,” Bobbi protested, but she looked very flattered.

Elvis beamed with pride as he clasped the necklace around her and traced the chain down to where the pendant rested on her cleavage. Her skin felt soft and warm under his touch. “Now everyone will know ya belong ta me.” He smiled and kissed her lips. “And next time I see ya, when I get back from my tour, I’m gonna prove it to ya in every way.” He winked. He couldn’t wait to do everything with her. Making love of course, but also talking about their passions, taking care of each other, reading to her in bed. He imagined sitting at the piano and playing gospel songs while she sang along with him. He could feel in his heart this was the one.

As he recounted his feelings later to Larry, and thanked him for bringing Bobbi over, Larry smiled and hugged him.

“I’m glad you hit it off, Elvis. I really thought your spirits would be in alignment. How did you leave it with her?”

“I told her I’d see her just as soon as I get back from this tour. And I told her not to forget about me.” Elvis smiled sheepishly. “She said I’m pretty unforgettable, but I don’t know ‘bout all that.”

“I don’t know Elvis,” Larry smiled. “I think she’s right. And one day, I think you’ll realize it too.”