Directors
of the Parent-Teachers Association would have fainted at the sight. It’s a
little past one in the morning inside a huge, barn-like nightclub on the Slaton
Highway, just outside the usually quiet, sleepy town of Lubbock, Texas … Elvis
‘The Pelvis’ Presley has just finished an undulating show that still has a lot
of kids wriggling … ‘Oh, Elvis,’ he hears, ‘wait for me!’ Turning, he watches
as a pretty young girl rushes towards him. ‘Would you please autograph me?’ she
shrieks. And with that she pulls a sheer blouse off her shoulders, revealing a
low-cut bra. Older and wiser entertainers might have hesitated at having a
three-quarters-bare bosom thrust at them for a signature. But not Elvis. With a
flourish, he hauled out his doll-pointed pen and signed just above the dotted
swiss line. Elvis on the righty. Presley on the lefty.
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