Shelly's Story
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Chapter 1: Shelly’s Sorrows
Shelly Nilsson was seven when it started. The next door neighbors, an older retired man named Gary Miller and his young, stay-at-home wife Jessica, started babysitting her. She stayed with the Millers when her parents went away for a night, or even an occasional weekend. Jessie, as she insisted Shelly call her, appeared to be much younger than Gary. Though, as her parents voiced, ‘since she’s Asian, it’s really hard to tell, right?’
Jessie certainly acted younger. She made the young girl feel like she had a special adult friend who would have tea parties with her, dance silly dances with her, and sometimes even share her ‘happy punch’ with her.
The best part? Jessie ‘made’ Gary play with them too! Imagine a big, gruff, (kind of scary looking) old man, scrunching down to sit at their tea table. Stumbling around while Jessie and Shelly practiced their belly dancing, disco dancing, and even silly dancing. Wearing all sorts of fun outfits with them (though his outfits mostly just fit really tight).
‘Uncle Gary’, as he insisted on being called, even rolled around and had tickle fights with them, like her mom and dad did. Well, he started getting more ‘touchy-feely’ as Jessie put it, but Jessie had always been ‘touchy-feely’, so it wasn’t a big deal. Jessie said so.
But one thing was reserved for ‘just us girls’. Jessie never shared her ‘happy punch’ or her breakfast drink with her husband, and that just made it more special for Shelly when Jessie shared with her.
More often as time went on, Shelly would wake up at the Miller’s to discover that her bottoms were off, and she was all sticky ‘down there’. Jessie would admonish her for being a ‘dirty girl’ and make her promise not to let Uncle Gary know so he wouldn’t be mad at her. The young girl didn’t make the connection between these ‘dirty girl’ mornings and getting to have ‘happy punch’ the previous night.
Regardless, she always had her breakfast drink with Jessie when she got to stay over.
The Nilsson’s had no idea that Jessica was not just Gary’s wife, she was his ‘masterpiece’. He had not only groomed and eventually molested the Asian woman as a child, he had also fed the girl a concoction of medications and supplements that halted her sexual development barely into her pubescence. The young woman, while almost thirty years old, was developmentally pre-teen, and completely and utterly subservient to her almost life-long abuser.
Jessica was also completely devoted to bringing her ‘master’ new girls, and had dedicated most of her intellectual and social skills towards that end. Shelly was the fourth new ‘servant’ that she had brought him. Shelly would not be the last.
Months went by like that. The months turned into a year, and then two.
Uncle Gary had gradually begun touching Shelly more and more. Within those first months the little girl knew that she was supposed crawl into his lap for ‘Uncle Gary hugs’ when she arrived at their home.
Jessie had started touching and holding Shelly right from the start, but girls did that. Shelly even saw Tonje - her mother - kissing some of her friends on the lips when they arrived for sleepovers, before the little girl went next door for the night. So, it wasn’t a big deal when Jessie started asking her if she wanted to ‘practice kissing like the adults’. It only made sense that she would kiss both of the adults.
She didn’t know it, but her parents had been ‘swingers’ for most of their adult lives. Maybe that didn’t have any impact on their perception of Shelly’s changes, or maybe it made them a little distracted. One could say the same of parents who are sports fanatics, workaholics, or any number of other ‘distractions’ that we as adults sometimes allow to consume us.
But Shelly did begin to change. At first she just became a bit quieter. Then she was alternatingly clingy and distant. She might get combative over small issues or she might be ambivalent over something like her bike being stolen at school. Her behavior sometimes concerned her parents, but she was always quick to smile and deny that anything was wrong if questioned.
They, as first generation Swedish Americans, thought that their daughter was reacting to growing up in the tumultuous seventies in an increasingly strange (to them) American culture. They consulted friends with children and got so many conflicting responses that they laughed it off and stopped worrying.
When Shelly was nine, she hyper-focused on school for the first semester, and then after Christmas break, her poor attention at school suddenly became a problem. Nobody noticed that this change corresponded with Christmas school break, during which her parents went to several overnight parties. More to the point, they didn’t equate the change to a very specific event.
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