in 1970 from that hotel room, bringing a friend he called "Bill" from his onstage group with him, knocked on our door several floors down from his penthouse suite and practically carried one of my women friends in with him so quickly did she come through the door she had opened. We were totally surprised, in our night gowns, and waiting for him to call the room,because he said he would after his last show. He told " Bill " to watch the door, this would just take a few minutes, and then winking at us said, " Thought there was going to be three women? I said yes one went downstairs. He looked at the two beds and said, " We better get to it- don't have much time! " and he quickly unfastened his belt, drooped it on the floor and then made as if to undo his pants. Bill's Face turned a dark red; he starred at Elvis with bugged eyes, and then turned away and sat down facing the door with an " Oh God, what am I doing here! expression. Elvis struggled to keep a straight face and failed, braking into giggles. He sat on the first bed, my friend nearly jumped over it to get pillows off the other bed for him to lean back against. " Bill" who had recovered from Elvis' Joke, checked the hall for any search party. They went down the fire stairs.

Great story! Thanks for re-posting one of Wanda's tales of Elvis, Rose-Lyn!!

He was and still is Somethin' Else!

Yep!