You were married, but you weren’t married to Elvis… you were married to someone else… and that was kind of a problem, especially since you had a child with your husband. You and Elvis were old friend, since the beginning. Grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same church, went to the same school, and y’all did almost everything together until you had to move away (y’all were like twelve or thirteen). Now a couple years later, y’all had met again but you were already married… and y’all started sleeping around with Elvis, which you kind of felt ashamed for the fact you were sleeping around while you had a husband and a child. Now you were laying in bed next to Elvis, which Elvis knew something was wrong by the faces you made when you felt ashamed. “What’s wrong?” He had asked you with his eyebrows furrowed