Elvis Presley and his youthful love, Dixie Lange, had a wonderful, beautiful feeling. Unfortunately, due to his own mistakes, Elvis impaired Dixie's trust and the girl broke up with him. Desperate Elvis tried to get her back at all costs, but in vai...
Patricia was taking a shower, wanting to wash off the dirt from the day. Relaxed and enjoying the warm water, she didn't notice that the cabin door suddenly slid open and someone she never expected appeared. Patti screamed and stepped back against the wall. Elvis Presley quietly entered the cabin, closing the door. He was wearing clothes from Nancy Sinatra's party.
Patti's eyes widened in shock and she covered her breasts and femininity with her hands. Elvis said nothing and stared at her sexy body. The water from the shower wet his hair and clothes, but he didn't seem to care.
—By what right are you here?—Patti hissed. —Get out of here now!
She didn't ask where he got her address from, it was too obvious. She risked her hand away from her femininity and pushed Elvis, who nevertheless kept his balance and stared hypnotized at her depilated femininity.
—Don't stand there and get the fuck out of here now — Patti squeezed into a corner and wrapped her arms around her. — Please, Elvis.
But he wasn't listening, as if he were in some amok. He walked over to her and crouched down beside her. He touched her wet hair and leaned in to kiss her forehead.
—I knew we would be together again, Dixie —Elvis whispered and forcibly tore her hands off her body.
Then Patti screamed and began to gasp. She blinked and realized she was not in the shower cubicle, but in total darkness. She was sweating, and her nightgown felt stuck to her body. Patti chatted with her teeth and felt the switch of the bedside lamp with her hand. When she lit it, a dim light flooded the small bedroom.
So it was just a dream, a terrible nightmare.
Patti's breathing was quick for a moment longer, but immediately her breathing began to calm down. She closed her eyes and fell back on the pillow.
It was just a dream, Elvis didn't hurt her.
Then she opened her eyes and rose to her elbow. It's strange that she had a dream like this at all.
No, I won't interpret that. Nightmares are nightmares, simple stupid things. I could dream of anything, I might as well be dancing naked in front of the President of the United States.
Patti decided to change her nightgown and go back to sleep. When she got into bed, she hoped for a quick sleep, and so it happened.
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9 am.
Patricia was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast and drinking coffee when she heard the phone ring. She got up and picked up the receiver. When she put it to her ear, she asked:
—Hello?
— Pat —said a familiar voice. It was Nancy.
—Hi —Patti swallowed quickly a piece of bread and wiped her mouth. Before Patti got home from the party, Nancy told her she had a new lucrative offer for her. That's probably why she's calling. —Is something wrong?
