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This article was created by me exclusively from facts from the book. Ted Wilkes 21:44, July 14, 2005 (UTC)

In order to show how fabricated the text by Ted Wilkes is, here are the facts from the book concerning Elvis's sex-life: Priscilla clearly relates that Elvis was not overtly sexual to her:

Gently and tenderly he began to touch me. He was passionate and again seemed to be making up for lost time. I felt sure the night would end with Elvis finally making love to me. I was drunk with ecstasy. I wanted him. I became bolder, reaching out to him, totally open and honest in my need. Then, as before when we'd reach this point, he stopped and whispered, "Don't get carried away, Baby. Let me decide when it should happen. It's a very sacred thing to me. It always has been. You know that I want it to be something to look forward to. It keeps the desire there. Do you know what I mean?" I sat up in anger. "What about Anita?" I yelled. "You mean you didn't make love to her the whole four years you went with her?" "Just to a point. Then I stopped. It was difficult for her too, but that's just how I feel." "That's how you feel. What about me? How long do you think this can go on? God, Elvis, that takes a lot of willpower. That's asking a lot of another person, one who's in love and has strong, healthy desires." "Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying we can't do other things. It's just the actual encounter. I want to save it." Fearful of not pleasing him-of destroying my image as his little girl-I resigned myself to the long wait. Instead of consummating our love in the usual way, he began teaching me other means of pleasing him. We had a strong connection, much of it sexual. The two of us created some exciting and wild times.

Any sexual temptations were against everything he was striving for, and he did not wish to betray me, the girl waiting for him at home who was preparing to be his wife. He felt guilty and confused about his natural reaction to female advances and I believe that this was his greatest fear when it came to marriage. He loved me and deeply wanted to be faithful to me but never felt certain that he could resist temptation. It was a persistent battle, and it even got to the point where he felt he had to resist me. "Cilla," he said one night before we went to bed, "you're going to have to be pretty understanding these next few weeks, or however long it takes. I feel that I have to withdraw myself from the temptations of sex." "But why? And why with me?" He was quite solemn. "We have to control our desires so they don't control us. If we can control sex, then we can master all other desires." When we were in bed, he took his usual dose of sleeping pills, handed me mine, and then, fighting off drowsiness from the pills, pored over his metaphysical books. As his soul mate I was expected to search for answers as fervently as he did, but I just couldn't bear reading the ponderous tracts that surrounded us in bed every night. Usually within five minutes of opening one, I'd be sound asleep. Annoyed at my obvious disinterest, he woke me to share an insightful passage. If I voiced the slightest protest, he'd say, "Things will never work out between us, Cilla, because you don't show any interest in me or my philosophies."

I have included these two important quotes from the book in the article, but they were deleted. Onefortyone 01:50, 17 September 2005 (UTC)