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She was disabled and hobbled in on a cane.

Elvis treated her as he did all the rest of the women there that night (“Honey, would you like some food?”), and she settled in with the group. But when the conversation grew dull, Elvis turned to Larry’s younger sister, Judy, a live wire who had come up to the house a number of times. At five foot six and 120 pounds, Judy was tall and thin, with long, dark hair and green eyes, and Elvis had always liked her. He’d also met her twin, Elaine, some years back when Larry brought her on one of the movie sets.

“Elvis was sitting on the couch with beautiful women on each side of him, but they were posed like mannequins—they were afraid to talk to him,” Judy remembers. In contrast, and just to breathe some air into the room, she peppered him with questions: “Elvis, how did you get your black belt?”

The night wore on, and about 1:30 A.M., Larry suggested it was time to go. Judy walked over to Elvis, still on the couch and surrounded by women, and kissed him briefly on the lips. “Nice seeing you,” she said. She was almost out the door when he yelled out, “Hey, I never kissed you before!” Judy shot him a flirty glance.

“It wasn’t so bad,” she purred.

“That’s all he had to hear. He got up, grabbed my arm, walked me out to the car, took my purse off my hand, and started French kissing me in the car.”

“Oh, my God!” Larry thought. “My sister with Elvis!” He hurried away with a quick good-bye.

Now Elvis looked Judy square in the face. “Will you stay?”

“Absolutely not,” she said. “You’re with another woman.”

“Will you come back again tomorrow night? I won’t be then.”

“I’d love to,” she said. But down deep, “I was scared out of my mind. Out of my mind! I took a Valium to go to his house.”

She was so frightened, in fact, that Larry had to drive her, steering the car up to the gates and through all of the screaming girls who taunted, “You can’t get in! You won’t get in!”

Inside, Lisa Marie did cartwheels and handstands to entertain her father’s guests. After a quick hello all around, Judy sat next to Elvis on the couch, while Larry and a few of the guys filled the rest of the chairs in the den. Larry was even more nervous than his sister, and finally blurted, “I can’t take this! I have to go!” Soon, everyone else left, too, and then it was just Judy and Elvis watching television. After a while, Elvis said, “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”

His bed, big and round, sat in a curved wall of mirrors, “so that wherever you looked, you’d see Elvis.” Judy stared at the ornate chamber of seduction, felt her heart jump, and almost lost her nerve. “I was thinking, ‘I can’t believe this! It was stunning.’ ” But it paled in comparison to the sight of Elvis emerging from the bathroom in navy blue pajamas piped in powder blue. “He really was to die for. I couldn’t even look at him. I thought, ‘I’m with Jesus Christ.’ That’s how powerful he was, like nothing you have ever seen before. He was so hot it was scary.”

The elegant pajamas never came off, but it didn’t matter. He and Judy spent the whole night hugging and kissing, doing everything and nothing. The high point came when, “He laid on top of me, held my face in his hands, looked into my eyes, and said, ‘I love your mouth.’

“I can’t believe I didn’t pass out.”

But Elvis soon did. Around 3 A.M., he asked if she minded going downstairs and getting his dinner. The cook had left it in the refrigerator, he said. “You’ll know what it is when you see it.”

Judy made her way to the kitchen, fixed his plate, gathered the silverware, and brought it all upstairs, only to find him lost to the world. “I said, ‘Elvis . . . Elvis?’ I thought he was dead. I didn’t know. I was scared. I took my finger and pushed on his eye to see if I could get a reflex. I didn’t see him take anything, but whatever he took hit him hard.”

She stayed with him, not really knowing what to do, and after a while, he got up, ate a little, and then fell back to sleep, not waking again until 8 A.M.

“Will you spend the night with me?” he