Song: jailhouse rock-elvis presley
Your eyes flutter open you hated Sundays, J was never home and your friends were always busy. You smell the aftershave left on J's long shirt you was wearing you loved sleeping in his shirts. "better clean the house i guess" you think to yourself, You had nothing better to do. You shoot out of bed grab your cleaning supplies and threw on your man Elvis,You began sweeping with the broom slowly wiggling your hips to the music while sliding on the wooden floor in your socks using the broom handle as a microphone. You try and mimic Elvis's famous pelvic movements...you spin on your heel and stop dead in your tracks, J was standing right in front of you a huge grin on his face "i like it when you move your hips like that doll" J laughs.. Your face turning crimson "i..i um i was just cleaning" you shy away. "it looks like it too kitten" J takes the broom off you and takes your hand, "here let me show you how it's done doll" J begins swinging his hips dancing you around the living room like he just came right out of the swinging 60′s. "i guess today isn't going to be so boring after all" you think to yourself.
