chapter six: jail.

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Elvis walks through the door at 7pm, an hour before you put Lisa-Marie to bed. Your playing with her, trying to tire her out so she'll fall straight asleep.

"Hiya, Doll." Elvis says.

"What did Colonel want?" You ask.

"He wanted me to promise not the move at my next show.. or-." Elvis starts, but then you cut him off.

"Or what?" You ask, standing up.

"Or they'll send me to jail." Elvis says.

"Jail? you can't go to jail!" You shout.

"Baby, I-." Elvis starts.

"No, you either don't move your legs or you don't perform. You are not! I mean Not! Going to jail." You shout.

"Baby." Elvis says, putting his hand on your cheek.

"Lisa-Marie can't grow up without a father." You say.

"I know. I know." Elvis says.

"Did you drink tonight?" You ask.

"I had one drink but I didn't drive back home, is that okay?" Elvis asks.

"Yeah, I guess." You say.

"There's my birthday girl." Elvis says, noticing Lisa-Marie waddling over to him.

You smile at him as he picks up Lisa-Marie and places her on his hip.

"Who's the birthday girl? Is it you?" Elvis asks, looking over at me to tease Lisa.

"No, it's not me." You go along with it.

"Is it you?" Elvis asks Lisa.

"Me, Me, Me!" Lisa shouts.

"You are!" Elvis says, tickling her stomach making her laugh.

The two play until it's Lisa's bed time, you then walk into the Jungle room to get her, you see both Elvis and Lisa asleep on the chair.

You gently pick Lisa-Marie up, she lays her head on your shoulder and then you carry her up to her room. You gently put her in her crib, placing a blanket over her.

You then walk out her room to see Elvis walking up the stairs.

"Hi, E. Did I wake you?" You ask.

"No, I woke up after you left. You ready to get in bed?" Elvis asks.

"Yeah, and you definitely are." You laugh.

Elvis picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom. You laugh as he throws you on the bed.

"I need to shower." You say.

"Okay, baby." Elvis says, he kisses your cheek.

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After getting out the shower, you put on your nightgown. You get ready, thinking your going to make love.

You walk into the room to see Elvis is asleep on the bed, you sigh. You get into bed, turn the lamp off and fall asleep.

It took a while to get to sleep, you finally realise you and Elvis haven't made love in the past 2 months. He's always 'too busy' or 'too tired' or 'not in the mood'.

Then you finally end up falling asleep, only to have a dream about him.

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