Shelby Gore is one HOT lady, she sizzles!
If you have read the first book: “The Dreams of Shelby Gore“, you already know this girl, uh lady is Special. When she was just 16, the Chief of Staff of the USAF wanted to blow her, her friends, and family into the next world. Shelby and Willie were wiping out entire crime organizations and creating too many good paying jobs for ordinary honest people.
Shelby is no angel, she was born right here on Earth, at the very young age of one. It was her first birthday, she was adopted by the Gores and moved to Cedarville, Missouri. Marcella and Gus Gore traveled to Bogota, Colombia to pick up their SPECIAL little girl from her birth mother. A woman the Gores already knew well. Not your average adoption, the birth parents loved their baby girl very much. But she was born with a future that included living a different life in a faraway land.
At this young age, little Shelby could walk, talk, and use a big folk’s computer. Marcella found out the very next day the one-year-old could swim the length of the entire half mile long pool and back without getting tired. (that’s a 1-mile swim). Momma’s friend, Jodie Meyer had asked the new mother to bring little Shelby up to The Hill, a high security resort for the very rich. At the end of her one-mile round trip swim, the baby girl wasn’t even breathing hard.
When little Shelby was four, this is when her troubles began, she and her Momma were playing out in the yard like they did most every day.
They were playing Annie-Over ball, Momma was in the front yard, Shelby was in the back yard. Momma would yell out “Annie-Over” and throw the big red ball over the roof. The little girl had to figure out where the ball would be coming over the roof and try to catch it. They had played for an hour or so, but now nothing was happening. This was not right; Momma should have called out.
Something’s WRONG! Why was her Momma not calling out like she had always done before? Momma had a past that people in Cedarville did not know about, except the Sanders family. Marcella’s parents were murdered, then she was forced into a life she did not want. Four years starting when she was fourteen, Marcella took care of rich older men and women. Tommy Walters had been her father’s law partner, but he wanted more. As Springfield’s crime boss even the police helped him find young girls to rent, Marcella was the best bringing in $1,000/night. One day after four years she just up and left, next day he and his wife Carol found themselves in big trouble charged with three counts of first-degree murder.
Momma had not called for several minutes, so little four-year-old Shelby started around the east side of their house to the front yard. Meeting up with an evil man who was dragging Momma by the hair toward the backyard. “Mister, don’t hurt my Mommy!“
He tried to backhand the little pest, but somehow, she grabbed his arm flipping herself through the air, and was now firmly sitting on his shoulders. Tommy Walters let go of the woman, what did this damned kid think she is doing. She had one little hand on his chin and the other on the top of his head. This pesky brat was getting in his way, he’d came to Cedarville to get even, to kill the little brat and to kill Marcella Prine.
God! …the pain, he could no longer see. Somehow, she had ripped his head off from his now lifeless body, jumping to the ground still holding the grown man’s severed head. This little girl moved to the front and waited for the man’s body to drop.
When his body hit the ground in a sitting position with his hands outstretched. Little Shelby placed his head in his hands: “Hey mister, did that hurt?“
Completely soaked in the man’s blood, the four-year-old little girl ran to her Mommy to see if she was okay. Kneeling down, Marcella hugged her little girl, saying a short prayer of Thanksgiving for keeping them both safe. Marcella had already called the Sanders wives, who had come to the realization something was bad wrong.
The 6-member Security Detail came running around the east end of the house knowing something was terribly wrong. Were mother and daughter, okay? They already had their orders, and the cleanup would be a challenge. Three years earlier these six had been warned, the little girl would be a hand full. How could she have the strength to rip a grown man’s head from his body? Their orders were simple and straight forward: not to question, Clean up the mess as if it never happened, just do whatever is needed! We all know a 4 year-old could not have done any such thing and tell nobody what really happened.
“Take our little darling to the basement and both of you get cleaned up. There is a Mercedes sedan on the way, take it instead of your car to Ava. Spend the rest of your day at the park with the playground she likes so much. If she wants to talk, tell her she did a great job. Be back in Cedarville before dark and come up to The Hill so we can talk about what we find out.
We’ll have your car checked out to make sure it’s ok.” the young mother didn’t ask questions, just doing as she was being instructed. Do NOT let her get too excited playing with other kids, we do not yet know her anxiety level and how she may still react.
When Tommy Walters cell on death-row was checked, guards found him sitting on the floor holding his severed head. Blood was everywhere, even on the ceiling. This meant he must have been killed by somebody within the Jefferson City State Prison. Since this time the prison has been replaced by a more modern facility.
On I-44 heading west from Ft Leonard Wood, Springfield, and Joplin, the Smith Brothers Outlaw Biker Gang with their leader Waylon Smith didn’t return to Tulsa. For some unknown reason, Waylon cut through the median head-on into oncoming 18-wheelers, all fifty bikers followed their leader. No truckers were hurt, but ALL the bikers died at the scene. Emergency workers spent many hours cleaning up the mess of bloody corpses.
There is a new book in the works: read about it SOON at HankFulk.com
In our next Book: “Escape from HELL!” You’ll learn how 14-year-old Marcella Prine survived four years of living in Hell on Earth. How she and Gus Gore met, after only part of one night together, then couldn’t see each other for two more years. Being witness to multiple murders over a period of four years, she knew what she was told were NOT idle threats. Go see Gus Gore again ever, you’ll both die a terrible death, and you’ll have to watch as I kill him. Tommy had to keep Marcy working, she was being requested by several clients, cute, sexy, young blonde who could make any man or woman happy. This girl was enjoying her work to the point she could give a heart attack to anyone not in reasonably good health.
Marcy had no friends, living at the Greene County Home for Run-away Girls, each girl was kept busy taking care of benefactors. Men and women willing to pay up to $1,000 for a night with a young girl. The whole object was work hard, so you would not be the next girl to vanish from the home. Only one way to leave, with every ounce of your blood in a jar and the rest of your body cut in pieces thrown in a dumpster somewhere. Marcy had witnessed a girl she had known from school her first week tortured until she couldn’t scream anymore and died.
Ellen Foster was different, she needed help learning the basics of being a good teenage whore. Until she came here, she’d never been with a boy. Tommy took great pleasure breaking her in for her new lifestyle with his wife Carol helping. Then Ellen was sent to the farm with a dozen outlaw bikers, Marcy could remember what that was like. She’d been sent to the farm twice, last time she bled for weeks. When she returned, Ellen couldn’t eat most food, her throat was raw, as was everything else. She and Ellen talked about finding a way to leave. Ellen didn’t live that long.
