Chapter 101: Vacation Time

Manuel Rodriquez worked at a Mexican retirement home near the resort town of Puerto Vallarta. This retirement home was government-sponsored, which means they were always short of funds. Meals were very bland. The TV only got local stations, barely. People rarely came to visit. This was a home for ex-military men who had been critically injured in their duty. Many had missing limbs, a few had disfigured faces or mental issues, issues the mental hospital didn’t want to deal with.

Manuel worked primarily in the A-wing of the home, with the cripples and handicapped. About 50 residents, they were constantly fighting boredom. Manuel himself had his boredom to fight. Work was bad enough, but home wasn’t much better. No family, he lived alone. With his pay, he could barely afford to take himself out sometimes. At work, he spent a lot of time on the computer by himself in his little office, searching for porn. His favorites were young girls. 11 to 16-years-old were his preferred masturbating ages. Now after several years in this ward, he knew at least three patients who shared his passion for younger girls.

One day his constant marijuana smoking was leading him to dangerous thoughts. An Army veteran himself, he felt like he should do something for these men. Well, maybe just the three he knew well. That he could handle; not fifty. And that’s how it started. Manuel knew about the resorts nearby and the endless American and Mexican tourists that came there. He’d gone by the resorts a few times. The tourists walked around a lot, doing a lot of shopping, but stayed fairly close to the resorts. He needed to lure someone away. Some young, cute girl. He got an idea.

At the retirement home, there were three wings. In his wing, Manuel was always the only staff member on duty from 8pm to 4am. All the other staff were either gone or sleeping in the other wings. He thought this could work. He discussed the idea with the three men. Carlos, Alfredo and Juan had been there for several years. Juan was 42 years old, with a missing right leg and a missing right arm. Alfredo was a little younger, missing both his legs below mid-thigh. Carlos was about 30. He’d gotten a grenade right in the face. He was missing several fingers and his face was very disfigured.

The three all liked his idea. Immensely. They were bored to death, with little to do except beat off in their rooms. They hadn’t even seen a woman in over two months. Without even a computer to watch porn on, they only had what magazines Manuel occasionally brought them.

Carlos wanted to know, “How the hell you gonna get some young girl to come here?”

Alfredo added, “Yeah, and she’d make a lot of noise, and then go cry to the cops. We’d all be in prison tomorrow.”

Juan jeered, “Dees is like jail now, fool,” he said. Manuel spoke up. “Si, si, except if we do it my way, no one goes to jail, everyone gets laid and she never knows who did what to her.”

The four men discussed the plan. All were degenerate and horny enough to consider it. Manuel said he would go to the resort, grab a girl there. Tie her up, blindfold her, gag her. Put her in the retirement home’s van and bring her to the kitchen area. They’d have Carlos keep the door open. They’d bring her into their wing, take her to the most distant room, an unused room with minimal furnishings. After they were done, he’d take her back to the resort and drop her, still bound and gagged.

It seemed simple enough. Everyone had the usual “what if’s,” but over time they eventually saw this dream of theirs becoming a possibility. Then one night in a bar, Manuel met a man who heard his plan. He was definitely a shady type, and he told Manuel that when they were done, he should call him. He’d come get the girl and pay him $7000 pesos. Manuel kept his number. With that money, they could buy things for the home, like a TV game, or even cable tv. He told the three friends the next day. They loved the idea.

Manuel picked several nights to try. He drove around, scouting the resort locations. The others knew, when he came back in the van it would either have someone in it, or be empty. For three nights, it came back empty. Manuel talked about how the girls were always with their families. Someone suggested a puppy. The next night, Manuel parked in a resort parking lot corner, near the edge of the beach, under the palm trees. In this dark corner, he sat with the back door open, holding a small puppy. Then, luck prevailed. Two young girls, early teens, came down the beach together, alone. He put the puppy down on its long leash and let it run towards the girls. The two girls heard him barking and immediately ran over to him. Out of the shadows, Manuel moved closer. Keeping his mask on, looking away, he moved towards the two girls while looking for anyone who might be watching, talking nicely, “Oh puppy, you little scamp, you! He keeps running away...” The beach looked deserted. As he got close, he heard one girl ask, “Is this your dog, mister?” He turned towards them, the mask surprising them. He held a 9mm in his hand. In a flash, he hit one girl in the side of her head, knocking her into the other girl kneeling beside her. He grabbed the puppy and put the gun to its small head. “You want me to blow his puppy brains out? Then put these on!” He threw two masks on the sand beside them. The two girls were kneeling in the sand, eyes wide, mouths open, one girl holding the side of her head in a daze. “Do it!” he snapped.