I was in the backseat of an old '57 chevy with Elvis Presley. Not old, fat Elvis, but young hot Elvis. We were kissing and he slowly started to take off my clothes. I continued to have the best sex ever with Elvis. When we were finished, he got out of the car and walked away. I was left there feeling used and thrown away, yet still somewhat "graced". I got out of the car and was on a movie set with him. I watched him flirt with other women and I got insanely jealous. Then I woke up.
