Chapter 100: Show Time

Mark Johnson lived in a quiet neighborhood near the state capital. His job was as an executive sales manager at the local Chrysler dealership. It paid well enough, but Mark had other interests. For several reasons, Mark was now 36 years old and still not married. He lived in his late mother’s home. Next door lived an old lady. His secret was his obsession with young girls. This led to his lack of interest in dating anyone his own age.

For the past few years, the old lady next door would get a visit from her granddaughter every so often. This young girl would come and stay for a few days, then get picked up by her mother. Mark definitely didn’t miss this sight. At first, she’d looked like she was maybe ten years old. One day he’d been outside when she was outside too, and talked briefly with her. She was ten years old alright; her name was Michelle. Mark enjoyed the occasional chats, and especially the opportunities to take photos of her from his window. One summer she’d been in the backyard laying out in her bikini. Oh, he’d gotten a lot of good photo shots that day.

Now, Mark was a bit of a techno-geek. He could take her pictures and, using an art program, make her appear to have a nude body. He was also into drones, and this gave him skills in using small cameras. One day, he’d gone over to the old lady’s house when she was at the grocery store with her granddaughter. He put up three tiny cameras, small enough they were easy to hide. Each was remotely operated. He’d need to refresh batteries, but that was in the plan. When the granddaughter was there, he’d watch and record her in her room and the bathroom. The cameras were fixed in place, but the angle of the shot was good. After she went home, he could replace the batteries at his leisure, waiting for the next time the girl came to visit.

The first time he recorded her was near Christmas when she was twelve. His shots of her getting dressed and undressed were excellent. When opportunity permitted, he could even zoom in, the minicams were that good. At twelve, she didn’t have much to show though. Breasts in early development; hips growing wider some. Still, it was enough to keep his fantasies alive until next year.

Over the next few years, he got several good video opportunities. Normally she would come in late summer for five days, then again near Christmas. In her 13^th year he could see some more development, but not much. Her hair was much longer now. When summer of her fourteenth year came around, Mark was ready with his cameras. The first night Michelle was there, he could see it immediately. This girl had matured a lot since last summer. At 14, she had much bigger breasts. More prominent nipples and areoles on them than before, too. She still had a very cute ass, but now it had even more shape than before. Prominent cheeks, some pubic hair starting. He jerked himself off to these videos a lot.

When he showed a recording to his geeky friend Grant, Grant wanted to know when Michelle was coming again. “Usually the second week of December. Why?” Grant was always playing around with growing his own marijuana, but lately he had started adding chemicals. These new additives could make someone go unconscious quickly; not remember anything later. He was trying new formulas for a better result, but now Grant had this bad batch, but didn’t want to just throw it out. He explained to Mark, “It’s a variation of what they use in operating rooms, except it’s inhaled. I don’t know why I made it. I just wanted to see if I could. But now, I can’t use it. Can’t sell it. Can’t do much with it. At least, until now.”

When Mark showed Grant the videos, he had gotten a copy. He was just as into younger sex as Mark was. After they watched her latest video, her taking a shower, Grant had made a suggestion. “Let’s get some cookie mix at the store,” he said. “We’ll put some of this tainted weed in it and give her one. Trust me, it won’t take long. When she nods off, we’ll have some fun.”

Mark like the idea of having fun, but thought fourteen was pretty young. “Let’s plan it for next December,” Mark said. “Old Lady Martha goes to bed by 7:30. We’ll catch her before goes to bed later.” The two discussed this distant plan often, trying to work out the bugs. Grant had tried a few hits and woke up the next day not remembering anything. Mark tried it with just two hits, and he woke up the next day without a single memory of last night’s card game.

The fall and early winter slowly crawled by. As December grew nearer, Mark and Grant got more excited. They weren’t sure what was going to happen, but they figured they would at least get to touch her naked body close up. They weren’t sure about raping her. They may have perverted sex values, but they still weren’t sure they were ready to commit an actual crime, especially one that could have serious consequences. Grant knew it erased memory, but how much could it hide the fact she’d been sexually taken? Then, it was December 10^th and Michelle was dropped off by her mom. Grant and Mark had rewatched the videos again and again. Their minds were made up.

The next day, Mark made a point of being outside when Michelle was. He noted a faint odor of marijuana, but figured it was just his own. He saw Michelle and said hi, talked briefly. He confirmed that her grandmother usually went to bed at 7:30. “Well, if you like, come outside here at eight. I got some special cookies made, I’ll let you try some. If your grandma sees them, she’ll eat them all,” he laughed. He said the full moon at eight o’clock was really cool to see. Michelle seemed excited at this opportunity to do something different, even if it was just cookies and a view. Michelle was wearing her ski parka, open. She had on her top with the lower-cut front, exposing her new cleavage. You could tell Michelle was proud of them. Her bra really pushed them up, and boy, had they gotten even bigger since last summer! Well, not huge, but for fourteen, they were big alright. For his deviant eyes, it was hard not to stare. Michelle couldn’t help but notice the nice neighbor staring at her chest. She thought it was funny. For Michelle, boobs were a new experience, too.