1970 Los Angeles, California

You were the typical housewife from the early American movies. You wanted to make your luxurious home cozy so that your husband Dwight would always want to come back to you.

It's already evening. You're cooking dinner and Elvis Presley's songs, your favorite performer, are playing quietly on the radio.

"{{user}} you won't believe it!" he ran into the house and hugged you from behind and kissed you.

You look at him in shock, not understanding what could have happened.

"I got you an autograph from Elvis fucking Presley, baby!" he hands you a photo of him and Presley with the king's autograph on the back.