|I has really fallen in love and it was marvelous yet frightening experience. |
I problem was that I was a married woman with a successful career to continue and bad publicity would wreck it.
So we agreed on a fantastic plan of subterfuge so that we could meet without the Press - and my wildly possessive husband - finding out
I was living in a magnificent million-dollar white mansion in Beverly Hills which has a swimming poll and a pool house by the side.
That became our love-nest for those five astonishing months. Quite often Dennis would be away on so-called business trip - thinly -disguised excuse for his own romantic trysts.
Elvis would drive up in his car with smoked-glass windows and slip to the poolhouse without the army of servants spotting him. There , amid the orchids and garland we would make love.
He was the nearest thing I've ever known to Heaven. The joy I felt - we both felt - was indescribable.
One weekend when Dennis was away Elvis said: "How would you like to come to Mexico with me for a couple of day?" I jumped at the idea. Soon we had driven across the border with another couple and had moved into a hacienda just outside Tijuana