Epilogue
It took us three days to call all the people to let them know the wedding with Jane was off. We probably could have done it in two days but we stopped to screw so many times that it drug into the third day.
On Saturday, the day I was supposed to marry Jane, Trudy and I flew to Las Vegas and got married in one of those silly Elvis wedding chapels.
The normal ceremony would have been fifty bucks.
But since we wanted Elvis, it cost another hundred and a half.
Then there was the extra fifty bucks for the photo shoot afterward.
There was one photo of Elvis marrying us.
One of me shaking his hand and the third was of Trudy crushed against his body french kissing him.
When they were done, I was not the only one with a boner in my slacks.
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