Jack Trawick

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The Birmingham Police Department plans to interview Jack Trawick, already convicted of killing two Birmingham women,
about new claims he has made that he killed several other women.
The claims were made on a Web site run by New Jersey resident Neil O'Connor. The site is filled with writings sent to O'Connor
by Trawick from death row in Holman Correctional Facility in south Alabama.

"We'll definitely look into that. We'll go down to the prison," said Sgt. Scott Praytor in the Birmingham police homicide department.
"We're going to follow up on it and see if we can clear some homicides."

Trawick was convicted in 1994 of killing Stephanie Gach, 21, and in 1995 of killing Aileen Pruitt, 27. Both were from Birmingham. He
also confessed to the 1972 killing of Betty Jo Richards of Quinton, located just over the Jefferson County line in Walker County.

On the Web site, Trawick said he had killed Dr. Virginia Bryant, Michelle Thomas and Susan Hill. He also claims to have killed
another woman by the name of Kim and a nameless mother and daughter.

The Birmingham Post-Herald tried to find any record of the women through its archives, Internet searches and talks with law enforcement
officials, but could find no information about them.

Laura Petro, the Jefferson County deputy district attorney who prosecuted Trawick, said Trawick's new confessions are "complete and utter garbage.
He always wants to make Jack Trawick bigger and better."

Petro said Trawick made similar claims while he was awaiting trial for Gach's murder, but, outside of the Richards case, authorities found nothing to substantiate his claims.

"He does a lot of ranting and raving," Coppage said.

Praytor said the only way to find out if Trawick is telling the truth is to try and match details from his stories with what the police know about the cases.

"Sometimes they (suspects) try and confess crimes they did not commit," Praytor said.

Petro said Trawick's confession in the Richards case was credible enough that she believes he committed the murder, even though he
was never tried in the case. On the two murders for which he was convicted, Trawick was given the death penalty and a sentence of life without parole.

In his new claims, Trawick provides the most detailed description in his depiction of the murder of Bryant, who Trawick said was on
Highland Avenue in Birmingham when he abducted, raped and murdered her.

He is vague about the rape and murder of the mother and daughter, and the only detail given about Michelle Thomas is that she was pregnant when he murdered her.

Trawick has told O'Connor he has killed as many as 14 people, but has not given names or details of all of those killings.

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A letter from Jack Trawick to Britney Spears.04/22/mm2

My Dear Britney Spears,Seldom does a talent like yours come along. Your voice could make the angels cry and the devil become pure and sweet. People like Charles Manson would melt his ice-cold heart if he would just let your music flow over him. You truly are a role model and an idol to most adolescent females. You not only touch their hearts but you give them a reason to celebrate.However, I am a sexually motivated serial killer and if it were up to me – I would strip you nude, tie you to a bed and taste all of your femininity. Once I had ripped your girl thingy almost out of its hiding place, and while you were still conscious and aware of your surroundings, I would hack your grape sized nipples and your finger sized clit from your then – non – virgin body and make you eat them.Next I would slowly and methodically strangle you – just to the point of unconsciousness – let you revive and start the whole process again. Eventually you would become a blonde, brain dead zombie. You would beg for death but I would deny you of that relief. Eventually your once sensual body would shake in your final death spasms. I would – with the artistry of a skilled surgeon – disembowel, dismember and behead your now useless body. I would scatter your individual body parts in the four corners of the earth. You would leave this earth totally unceremoniously and without any earthly markers. One day you are Britney Spears rock and roll singer – the next day you would be little more than road kill.You were born a thingy sucking, girl thingy licking, cum drunk common gutter very *friendly* person. You live as a thingy sucking, girl thingy licking, cum drunk common gutter very *friendly* person – and you will die a thingy sucking, girl thingy licking, cum drunk gutter very *friendly* person.You are on T.V. as I write this. And as I watch, I can think of no greater joy than to ravish and mutilate your selective surgery, silicon, body. You say that you are a virgin. Most likely you have been hopping on thingys since you were wearing juvenile diapers. Regardless of what you may think – sucking thingy and taking a hard wanger in your butt is sexual.Well – good luck in your career. If the singing gig runs a bit stale – you can always be a porn queen. Just think – the next time you go anywhere – I could be there waiting on you. Before you get carried away about all your security and body guards and blah blah blah – no security is absolute.Looking forwardTo our first meeting,JP.S. Write ASAP. Please send some lingerie photos.

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Jack Trawick writes about his victims...Some Sort of Sanitary Napkin05/06/mm2Dear Neil and Lady Crystal,Thank you for the letter and the photos.I am ashamed of myself for thinking of the things I want to share with Stephanie. I guarantee; Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Adolf Hitler’s scientist-in charge of human experimentation, - satan himself, has never fantasized about a female as I fantasize about Stephanie. Stephanie doesn’t realize how lucky she is that the Stephanie I met was Stephanie Gach. And Stephanie Gach doesn’t realize how lucky she was that I didn’t fantasize about her as I fantasize about the little teen Stephanie. After all, Stephanie Gach was only kidnapped, raped, strangled, stabbed, beaten with a hammer, dumped on an illegal dumpsite – along an Alabama back road. Side-bar: do you think the EPA will ever charge me with using on an illegal road side dump to dispose of my unwanted, broken play toy? Hey – that’s it. I will plead; “no contest” to the lesser charge of illegal dumping in exchange for the state dropping all murder charges.Oh speaking of ole Stephanie Gach – Stephanie was nude, lying on her back in the back of my van. She had a big ole hairy yang-yang. In fact, her girl thingy was so hairy that when she was wearing her bikini panties her monster muff – poofed the crotch of her panties out like she was using some sort of sanitary napkin. Anyway - once totally nude and lying on her back I grabbed a handful of yanger hair and pulled up. At one point, I held her suspended - just her shoulders, back of her head - and her feet were the only things touching the van's floor. I gave the yanger hair one hell of a shake - plop! Stephanie is laying on the floor again - moaning and groaning - I got a handful of black, curly yanger hair. I tried to stuff it in her mouth but apparently she wasn't much of a fur burger eater. She should have liked it. She was little more than a thingy sucking, girl thingy licking, want-to-be dope smoking parking lot cumthingy. - Oh well - I guess even very *friendly* person Stephanie needs love and understanding.Jack's First Time...05/08/mm2Yes, at the age of 10 I had a next door neighbor cutie pie strip nude. However that was not my first A.T.S.P. (attempt to snatch girl thingy). My first real, non-family adventure into girl thingydom was at the age of 8. At that time I basically talked the junior cutie pie into stripping for me. I kept calling her a boy. Eventually she wanted to prove to me that she truly was a split-tail. I, of course, like any respectable horny bullie had to inspect, touch, wiggle, grab, fondle and rub everything female. However, at 10 the next door neighbor girl wasn't so willing to prove her femininity. But with the strategic use of a steak knife this cutie pie decided pulling her panties down was preferable to a trip to the hospital or morgue. Not only was this junior cutie pie inspected, touched, wiggled, grabbed, fondled, and rubbed - she was butt humped, face f**ked, beaten and strangled. Unfortunately - at that particular point in my life I understood basic sex but strangling cutie pies was not my forte. I had watched too many movies and T.V. shows to understand that unconsciousness didn't necessarily mean death. That junior cutie pie was waiting for me - along with her parents - when I returned to my house. Lucky for me - the junior cutie pie's parents thought a few $ from my parents and a promise that I would get "help" was more important than calling the police. And true to their words my parent's "helped" me. My mother using my oldest sister as a for real sex toy showed me everything sex had to offer. (And being a good little boy I practiced with my sister or mother almost daily. My father showed me there was more to strangulation than unconsciousness. (Besides, I think I told you already, but in old Egyptian tradition the eldest daughter always has her virginity taken away by the eldest (first born) male in a ceremony called "The Dance of the Seven Vails." Of course in old Egyptian it's pronounced different.) Anyway - the cutie pie presenting herself - does somekind of ceremonial dance while stripping off seven different dresses - not actual vails. By the time dress #7 hits the floor you have this horny or pretend horny adolescent female - perky titts, hairy little love flower, soft, round butt and all humping each male's knee. Eventually tradition demands that she offer herself to her oldest brother. And in front of God and everyone the junior cutie pie becomes a full blown woman. However - in some cases - cases like mine my sister wasn't as anxious to become a woman as tradition requires. So, my mother joined "The Dance of the Seven Vails" and at the appropriate time not only held my sister down but spread her (my sister's) legs apart so I could rip her girl thingy out of its frame. Once my sister was constituted as a full blown woman any males that wanted to join in with any female present - did so. Remember - Egyptian women are considered property. And mother's girl thingy, sister's girl thingy, female cousin's girl thingy, daughter's girl thingy is just that - girl thingy. And what do hard thingy men or boys do to just plain girl thingy? They put their hard thingy deep in it - no matter whose girl thingy it is. Anyway, for the next several years mommy/sister girl thingy was satisfying. And a lot of female next door neighbors were happy and safe.

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Master Blaster,Lord Neil and Lady Crystal,What's love got to do with it? Do you realize that most cutie pies will drop their panties quicker with a knife to their throat or gun to their head than they will for true romance? Did I tell you that Stephanie Gach had perky, softball sized titts with delicious grape sized nipples? Betty Jo Richards - well formed baseball sized titts with small nipples but they stand at attention. Frances Aileen Pruitt had old sleeper drug addicted, droopy, half-filled water balloon titts with soft, somewhat ugly titts. Phillis Grahm - tiny little melted wax, droopy flaps of skin type titts. Susan Hill - big fat cutie pie floppy titts with nipples as big as the head of my thingy. The eight year old - nice sized nipples on what looked like large mosquito bites. Oh - my sister - soft ball sized titts with easily excited grape sized nipples - Her titts do have several bite mark scars and one small knife scar - I wonder how those scars got there and as a point of fact, how do I know those scars exist? I'm psychic and my sister is a cum thingy very *friendly* person (CCS for short) And Mother Dearest - big Anna Nicole Smith/Marilyn Monroe heaving mounds of feminine flesh that beg to be grabbed, kissed, sucked and nibbled on. Oh and my cousin Susan in Connecticut 38Ds with deliciously excitable nipples, cocaine white, blemish free, soft, swaying to a special rhythm, globes of sensual femininity. Oh - Gay Albritton cutie pie #2 - the old melted wax, droopie flaps of skin. Gay's main assets were her legs, her ass, and her big girl thingyd love flower that could handle an elephant or a mosquito. Tonight - actually tomorrow at 12:01 A.M. the state of Alabama will execute it's first woman in 125 years - Lynda Lyon Block. She and her husband killed a policeman in a shoot-out. I wish the state would let me f**k her to death. She is getting a few miles on her but she hasn't reached that ugly stage yet. Besides - girl thingy is girl thingy.Today would be a perfect day to be trolling for cutie pies around these parts. It's hot. It's humid. The Gulf water temp is in the upper 80's. Bikini clad cutie pies from young, bald girl thingyd, virgins to old, adult diaper wearing snot-thingys. They're everywhere! They're everywhere - except prison.Sometimes my sister didn't want to pull her panties down she would tell me - "I'm afraid I will get pregnant." When she said that I would put her on her tummy and say; "Yes, you can get pregnant. You can get pregnant." Then I would put my hands around her throat and say; "You may get pregnant but if I don't get my thingy wet you will be dead." Just as I finish saying that - her panties would always hit the ground and she would try her best to be a cumthingy. Even though she never resisted very much - I would always be as physically abusive as possible. Now I don't think my sister can even kiss anyone unless she is slapped or kicked. She absolutely can't have a sexual climax unless she is roughed up. Hey - I got to stop - the mail is being picked up early so the camp can be locked down for the execution.Your psychoticbest-est pen palJ

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A letter to an 8-year-old murder victim

06/19/mm2 My Dearest Mini-Mommy,I owe you an apology. Ever since 1991 I had thought as I spread your little chubby butt, surprisingly shapely legs and penetrated your bald, sweet, fat-lipped girl thingy and you kept looking towards your nude, tied up mother – I always thought you were begging her to help you. Now that I have read your latest letter to me I suddenly realize you wanted her to join us – not physically defend you. I am so sorry for the mistake. I hope you can forgive me. Just between me and you; you made the better lover. After you stopped playing our wonderful sex game – I did eventually rape your sloppy thingy maw twice and sodomize her once – but still; the thrill of the whole event was you. Do you remember when I drug the head of my excited thingy just along the outside of your hairless girl thingy lips – just pretending to penetrate the childish baby-fat of your inner thighs, barely caressing my balls was so delicious. Each night since our date – I see your face in my mind’s eye. The super surprised look on your round, pouty lipped face as I penetrated you so deeply, I could actually see an impression of my hard thingy on your blemish free white tummy. Your sloppy thingy mother was like trying to f**k a storm sewer or some cow elephant. But you – you were tight and firm, well lubricated, smooth and your clit was like a young green twig – still, bendable but totally unbreakable. It was almost a shame to end up hacking it off. Oh well – nuts happens. Your old cum thingy mother’s clit was limp and hairy. Hell, you could have hung a for real cow bell off of it. I do not believe that I am exaggerating when I say a regulation NFL football could be pushed inside her sloppy, cum dripping thingy with no pressure at all. The woman didn’t have a girl thingy. She had a portable garage.Anyway, my Dearest Mini-Mommy, I do apologize for not allowing your mother to join us. She most likely licked your bald, sweet girl thingy quite often. Oh well – I drowned your cum thingy mommy. You should have watched her face as she was drowned and strangled. As she fought to stay alive she kicked water all over the bathroom. She was so messy. Eventually she took the easy way out. With her eyes and mouth wide open she went into her death spasms. I guess she just figured that you and me would clean up her mess. It’s been eleven years since we shared a USR. You were 8 years old the last time I felt the soft skin of your inner thighs. You’re what? Twenty now – I bet you are one fine thingy sucking, girl thingy licking, butt f**king, sloppy thingy, supple titted, big nippled, cum drunk, gutter hugging street very *friendly* person – Oh wait a minute – You’re dead. You died - You died as I used my thumbs to stuff your panties down your throat. I did strangle you – just a little and place your adolescent but sensual body face down on top of your sloppy thingy mommy in the bathtub. I was within a heartbeat of sodomizing your naked, graveyard dead body but I wanted my physical trophies and down come all too soon.Rot in hell – Mini-Mommy,
The man thatraped and killedyou and yoursloppy thingy pregnant dogvery *friendly* person motherJ

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Simulate, masturbate, penetrate, strangulate, mutilate, desecrate, decapitate – such lovely fun and a form of pure enjoyment.Frances Aileen Pruitt was a street walking, drug-addicted prostitute. I was riding around one day looking for potential cutie pie dates. In my hometown of Birmingham there are several sections of the city where rent-a-cutie-pies hang out. If nothing else I’d go there to look to get energized so I will be more aggressive toward shopping mall cutie pies. Anyway, in the summer of ’92 I’m out roaming and looking. I end up at “prostitution hall” and Ms. Frances Aileen Pruitt invites herself into my van. Oh, what the hell? Why not? A prostitute who is willing to get into my van is easier than forcing some soccer mom into my van. And as already established – girl thingy is girl thingy. So, Ms. Pruitt says we can have a date for $20. Great! I have a $50 and a couple of $1’s. She asks me if I know where we can go and I say no. So, off we go under her directions. Nothing really matters to me. I had already decided to eliminate Ms. Francis Aileen Pruitt.We find a spot – we kiss a little and she asks for her money. I give her the whole $50 and she is happy as a punk in a thingy factory. We have one sloppy, tongue-twisting super slurp and I grab her by her throat and squeeze. The attack was so sudden she was unable to fight back. During her initial stage of death spasms she did kick the van’s windshield and cause a spiderweb crack. Her right leg and foot went out the van’s passenger’s window and she kicked off the passenger’s side rear-view mirror. Eventually she lay spread eagle in the reclined passenger’s seat – left foot on the van’s dashboard and her right hanging out of the passenger’s side window. I take my knife and plunge it into the very center of her throat. The knife is 11” long and to my total surprise my entire knife – handle and all – disappears in and down her throat. My only real concern is; she can’t keep my knife and I think of how messy it is going to be to retrieve my knife. I end up sticking my whole hand down the hole in her throat. I guess because she is already dead and has no blood pressure it isn’t all that messy.Once I get my knife back I strip her nude, open up the passenger’s door and very unceremoniously dump her nude body in the dirt. Not feeling satisfied I drag her body behind the van and stab her 70 plus times. I rip open her tummy and remove anything I feel is female. And I decapitate her except for a small flap of skin. I hack off her breasts and beat her face in with a large ball peen hammer. I leave her with a stick shoved in her girl thingy so far that the end of the stick comes out of the large hole I ripped in her tummy.Ms. Frances Aileen Pruitt’s husband was a mid-level drug dealer and the police arrested him. They knew he wasn’t guilty of murdering his wife but they did not have enough evidence to convict him on drugs. I let Mr. Steve Pruitt go all the way to his sentencing hearing before I explained the situation to the police and criminal courts. By that time I already had 2 death sentences and one life without. Mr. Steve Pruitt ended up pretty lucky. He sued for false arrest and false imprisonment and a bunch of other civil rights violations – And I guess he has one of the most unique settlements. He got an undisclosed amount of $ -- all of his cases were dropped and today he is still a mid level drug dealer and operates with pretty much total immunity. Oh well – poop happens.J

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Sort of Like Anna Nicole Smith

8/13/mm2

My Darling Susan Hill,If I remember correctly; the last time I saw you, you lay totally nude, grave yard dead, you had been sexually assaulted and sexually mutilated. It is very obvious that you believe in the old axiom; stimulate, masturbate, penetrate, strangulate, mutilate.Did I ever tell you how truly delicious you were? I will freely admit – even though you were a common super very *friendly* person – you were uncommonly delicious. Sort of like Anna Nicole Smith with a functioning brain. I use the term; “functioning brain” rather liberally. Your brain was always divided in half. Fifty % wanted to suck a thingy and 50% wanted to lick a girl thingy. But unlike Anna Nicole Smith you could make (almost) complete sentences. Like the last thing you said; “Oh, God no!” Oh well – “poop” happens and guess what? It happened to you.Your last loverJ

P.S. Write again.

[Sher]

The Murder of Dr. Virginia Bryant

09/24/mm2

To all my little Jackholics – especially those that are rated; “cutie pie status” actually only those rated “cutie pie status” – the long arm of the law has put a stop to my; “Trolling for Cutie Pie Program.” And that is unfortunate for you. But try not to become discouraged. Predators never disappear – they just relocate and the next generation takes over. So, the next time you are alone and feeling good about your lifestyle and/or situation remember; Beezelbub (that’s a bad ass demon) is hiding in that van parked next to you or outside in the bushes or even waiting for you in an isolated church corridor or a college restroom of your closet. So although it will not be me L there are predators out there; somewhere for a panty pull. (That’s sort of like a “tractor pull” but it’s your panties being pulled.I guess every town and city has its own area where intelligent nerd types gather to “kick the bo bo,” exercise, exchange ideas, jog and blah blah blah. Hey, some of those nerd cutie pies are hot as a lit match head and oh so easy to catch and play with. Anyway, “Highland Avenue” is Birmingham’s “nerd muscle beach.” Anyday – rain or shine – cold or hot – half dressed nerds, all running around spouting this philosophy or that. Young little cutie pie nerds separating themselves from the herd (A couple of them took a self defense class at the local “Y” and they imagine themselves as “Chyna” of the old WWF – In reality when faced with a for-real predator they are much more vulnerable than an “untrained” first day Girl Scout. “False confidence is a motherf**king killer.)Anyway – one day I decide to troll the fishing grounds of Highland Avenue. Short ones, tall ones, fat ones, skinny ones – everything from Janet Reno to Anna Nicole Smith to Ally McBeal is right there and totally oblivious to the landshark in the black 4x4 (Me J) One little cutie pie sheep separates herself from the herd. Sharks have pectoral fins. Land sharks have peckers and mine said – “Isolated cutie pie. This is not a drill. This is not a drill. Isolated cutie pie. Attack mode – Attack mode. This is not a drill!”Doctor Virginia Bryant was wearing one of those one piece Olympic basketball shorts and those cute tennis shoes with the fuzzy little balls on them. Virginia was late 30’s or early 40’s, physically fit and not ugly. As she jogged along her thighs and butt jiggled with each step. She had firm lemon sized tits and grape sized nipples. This pregnant dog is either stupid, thingy hungry, crazy, suicidal or all four – because she went from separating herself from the safety of the herd to back alleys. To seldom used roads to totally isolated areas.Eventually she placed herself in a no escape situation. She, me, and my van on an old seldom used back alley. On the left, a 15 foot high chain link fence. On the right, the back of continuous , windowless, two story warehouses. The alley was wide enough for the pick-up and single line pedestrians.Once Dr. Virginia Bryant saw my gun she surrendered – saying; “Do anything you want to me (for god’s sake) don’t hurt me.”Well – those lemon sized tits with the now fear excited grape sized nipples sure did look delicious and there was some type of a wild kittie under those backetball shorts.V.B. almost casually laid on her tummy, placing her hands near the small of her back. – across the seat of the pick up. Using nylon wire ties – V.B. lost use of her hands. Sitting her upright and as federal law requires – attaching her lap and chest belt I explained to Doctor Virginia Bryant how this medical procedure would proceed. Any questions or objections she may have softly and respectfully stated with; “Please Mr. Rapist.” If a question or statement didn’t start with “Please Mr. Rapist” some thing painful would remind Dr. Bryant who was running this procedure.Riding around looking for a honeymoon spot I noticed that V.B. looked a bit uncomfortable. So, I removed her shorts and cute little tennis shoes. My hand just naturally gravitated to her upper thigh and her kitty. With just a little slice or two her bathing suit top fell down – exposing those lemons and grapes. Ole V.B. enjoyed everything enough she didn’t resist. It wasn’t long before I was deep inside her kitty. The louder she grunted the more excited it made me. Eventually it was, “Mr. Rapist this Mr. Rapist that” a lot of “oh gods” and continued grunting. In fact she only stopped making noise when her legs shook with her death spasms.My black on black 4x4 was less than six months off the show room floor. So mutilation of V.B. in the truck was a no-no. Opening up the passenger’s door, it was more like dumping a trash bag out than a human body. Splat! Using a handful of hair I drug V.B. over to a small ditch. After several stabs to her chest and stomach – a spinal column sized viewing slit to the throat – those grape sized nipples and clit ended up in baggies. Her sports bra and bikini panties went to my collection. And Dr. Virginia Bryant’s office had to reschedule her appointments. I wore her girl thingy like a condom JAnyway, hang in there all those cute, adoring Jackholic cutie pies. There is a predator out there waiting for you. And when he comes ago – just surrender. It will be easy on you and it puts a chill on the predator’s high.

[Sher]

I Know Two Things About YouNote:

The ten-year anniversary of the murder of Trawick's final victim, Stephanie Gach, was on October 10th, 2002. I sent Jack an anniversary card from Stephanie. This was his reply.

10/17/mm2

My Dearest Stephanie Gach,You may fool the rest of the world - but I know two things about you that is true as satan's evilness: #1 Oct of '92 you were selling your love flower for drug money - in the back parking lot of Eastwood Mall. #2 I followed you back to your apartment complex - You got in my van - showed me your "love flower" and after negotiating a price - I put my hands around your throat and squeezed. Your legs kicked a little, your eyes bugged out as I felt the small bones of your throat crush. Once you were beyond saving I pushed an 11" knife deep into your chest. All in all - I know you did not send me a tenth anniversary card. You are graveyard dead. And since I do not believe anyone can communicate with the dead - my anniversary card must have come from Mary Kate Gach - Stephanie's loving mother. Regardless I truly appreciate the card. It reminds me that directly after I dumped Stephanie's (almost) nude body on an illegal trash dump - I went to my cousin's birthday party.The previous murder - Frances Aileen Pruitt - the victim (Ms. Frances) was stabbed 70 plus times - her neck was ripped open, love flower ripped open, blah, blah, blah - The only reason why Stephanie didn't receive the same treatment was; I couldn't get covered in blood. In Ms. Frances's case I was covered in blood - so much blood that even the van's instrument package had blood behind the glass (plastic). In Stephanie's case I had a party to go to. So, I couldn't get messy.Anyway Stephanie, you are dead - grave yard, cold and purple, dead. But the card reminded me of the especially sweet moments we shared.Oh Stephanie or whomever - the $50 bill that I offered you - is the same $50 bill that I offered Frances and that $50 was taken from another prostitute - weeks before the Pruitt murder.Even if it is posthumously Stephanie - I want to thank you. All the cash you had in your purse I spent on gas to search for other cutie pies and to eat in style. Once again posthumously - Stephie if you had not been selling your "love flower" to help your dad and sister get high - you most likely would still be alive. Was all of it really worth it? It was for me. J I would do the whole thing again knowing death row was waiting for me. Watching you die was (is) worth it all.Hang in thereYour Psychotic pen-palJ


P.S. Write ASAP -

[Sher]

The Murder of Lil' Kim

11/06/mm2In ’91

I had the restaurant/antique store. The restaurant only had homemade apple and peach pies. No matter how good something is (food-wise) you get tired of it. So – sometimes I would go to a Quick-mart and buy the entire crew ice cream and sandwiches. I got to be friends with one of the Quick-mart cutie pies named; Kim. (Two “Kim’s” are in my scenario)This cutie pie – early 20s – she loved smoking dope and was an unhappy newly-wed. I ain’t no charmer but Kim and I quickly became friends. I had a bunch of expired or totally charged up credit cards and some flash money. Anyway, we ended up with a Spring/Fall relationship.One night I told her that I was going to a party and that I was picking up a pound of “wacky backy.” I asked her if she wanted to go along. She did JI found an isolated spot on a seldom used road – (for my drug pick-up.) We sat there a couple of minutes – blah, blah blah. I put my left hand up her mini – my left hand held a knife to her throat. All she could say; (in a very quiet voice) “please don’t hurt me.” I assured her that if she went along with the program she would be home before midnight. The truth was; girl thingy or no girl thingy she would never see home again.After some rough and exciting fore-play Kim decided it would be best for her if she played the game correctly. Young, tight girl thingy – a still clit – young firm supple tits, crimson red grape sized nipples. Once Kim satisfied me I pretended the worst was over. In fact she was sheepish by smiling as I wrapped my hands around her throat. I squeezed her throat so tightly that my fingernails dug deeply into her neck. She futilely fought back. But very quickly her bugged out, blood shot eyes let me know that “Lil’ Kim” was no longer of this world.I, of course, needed to know that she was dead – so, I pulled her out of my truck – slit her throat, stabbed her in the chest a couple of times and sexually mutilated her.Since Kim didn’t want anyone to know about me and her no one suspected me. I was talked to by the police because I was on the store’s security tapes – but I was aware of them initially. I never talked loud or spoke facing the tape machine. The police finally decided – Kim’s new husband – a street level drug dealer killed Kim because she was taking some of his stash. Kim #2 – she was the main manager of my favorite “Blockbuster Video.” Once again, a little charm, a couple of nice but not too expensive gifts – and putting a set of brakes on Kim #2’s Z-car and I was “Prince Charming.” Kim #2 had legs on her that made every other female rather plain. And Kim #2 always wore skin tight spandex leggings with the foot loopes and some sort of a smock. Anytime she bent over to get a video you could see all the way to Christmas. And did I ever have a “Yule log” for her. Anyway, more on Kim #2 later