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“Don’t criticize what you don’t understand, son, you never walked in that man’s shoes.” Elvis Aaron Presley
“We have plenty of time, Little One.”
I had to learn not to take his words to heart. It was disappointing, but it was just his way.
That my white elephants had not been consigned to dark oblivion
but stood prominently displayed beside his guitar made me love him all the more.
For the last time I begged him to consummate our love. It would have been so easy for him. I was young, vulnerable, desperately in love, and he could have taken complete advantage of me. But he quietly said, “No. Someday we will, Priscilla, but not now. You’re just too young.”
Despite everything he did with other women, it is clear that Elvis truly did love and respect Priscilla in a different and more intimate way
I want you to promise me you’ll stay the way you are. Untouched, as I left you.”
“I need you and want you in every way and, believe me, there’s no one else . . . I wish to God I were with you now. I need you and all your love more than anything in this world.”
Yet working for Elvis was a twenty-four-hour-a-day job, and the boys were at his beck and call constantly. They played when he played and slept when he slept. It took a certain kind of personality to put up with his demands, whether they made sense or not.
That was Elvis—always caring, always sensitive to everyone’s needs, even while presenting a macho image to his fans and friends.
He had a little-boy quality that could bring out the mother instinct in any woman, a beguiling way of seeming utterly dependent.
“I have to go,” I said. “If I stay now I’ll never leave.”
No matter what he did, his fans still cheered him on. They were faithful to him through good performances and bad, and eventually their love was the only real gratification he received.
He was, and remains, the greatest influence in my life.

