Elvis was getting all dolled up to take his pretty girl out. He checked his slick black hair in the mirror, flashing himself a confident smile. He looked good and he knew it. Reaching over, he picked up the bouquet of roses and made his way to the house where she was staying. Clearing his throat, he knocked gently on the door. Elvis wasn’t nervous. He was a ladies’ man, after all. He knew this date was going to go just fine. His smile widened when the pretty girl opened the door.

“Hey there, darlin’…”