Continuation " You be always on my mind ... obsessively".
Patti, finding herself in a hopeless situation, is forced to live with Elvis, their daughter is soon born. Will Patti break free from dangerous obsession, or is there hope that Elvis will d...
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May 15th, 1965.
Joe and Charlie were packing Elvis's things as he was finishing his frolics with Allie. When he fucked her from behind again, he felt satisfied. He stepped out of her and tapped her buttock.
—Thanks, little one — he said, and scanned the floor for his boxers. When he found them, Allie sat on the bed and spread her legs.
—Do you still want me, Mr. Presley?— The girl asked, and he looked at her crotch.
—Not anymore — Elvis said, and put on his boxer shorts. Allie purred and he instructed her:
— Get dressed.
—Nobody's coming in — she began in a childish voice, and he looked at her sharply:
— This is not a request, but an official order.
Allie pouted and grabbed the dress that was lying on the floor. When she got dressed and straightened her hair, she asked:
— When are you coming back, kitty?
—In two months — Elvis said as he buttoned his shirt buttons. — Can you do without me?
—I don't know. — Allie walked over to him and put her hand on his chest. — And you can do without my caresses?
—I have to — he croaked and pulled her to him. His hand slid down her ass. —I'm going to miss our moments.
—Are you talking about me or ... — she began and broke off. Elvis stared at her still childish face and suddenly felt remorse that he rarely had. This girl seems to be really falling in love with him.
—I like you — he said gently, and took his hand off her ass. —But you know I can't get involved. What we have now must be enough for us.
—So sex and talking about nothing — Allie stepped back. — I thought maybe ...
—That I'll be with you?— Elvis raised an eyebrow. — Honey, if I hadn't been married, I'd probably have thought about a serious relationship with you.
—Like with the other girls? — Allie felt angry. —I tried not to bring it up because I know you don't like it and ...
— You're right — Elvis sharpened his tone. —And don't elaborate on that if you want what we have now.
Allie felt her eyes glazing. She wiped her eyes and Elvis began:
— Come on. You have a great situation - good job, you live here and you can enjoy your time with me.
—I wonder when I can do this — Allie shook her head. —How do I know if you won't fire me when you're bored of me?
Elvis wanted to say no, but she quickly went to the bathroom so he wouldn't see her crying. When she closed, Elvis pursed his lips. He left her room and just then noticed one of the maids. The woman smiled politely and he reciprocated.
