As luck would have it, our schedules coincide with each other and we both have a week off at the same time. We get together and decide to take a vacation across the border to Mexico. I find a little out of the way place that's within driving distance of the beach, but away from the main tourist spots. After checking in, we wander around the grounds, noticing the swimming pool, Jacuzzi, tennis courts and other amusements...Also noticing that there were no other people there outside of the staff and us. You decide to go back to the room and take a nap while I go and talk to the desk clerk/manager. I ask him about the lack of tourists and he tells me that is because of the ghost...It seems that the resort was built on the spot where a rich family once stayed and was killed by Indians. One member of the family, a beautiful young woman named Conchita was raped and left for dead-but instead of dying, survived and lived alone in the ruins of the house till she al! so died. Legend says that her spirit wandered the land around her former home, unable to have eternal rest...This resort was built on the spot where her house used to be and tourists have said that they have seen her roaming the halls after dark, searching for some unknown thing. After listening(and yes laughing)at the story, I went back to our room to find you getting ready for dinner. As I took a shower, I told you about the legend and you laughed as well...If we only had known what would happen later....
At dinner we continued to laugh about the legend and other things while enjoying the fine food. After dinner, we took a moonlight walk around the grounds, enjoying the cool mountain air warmed by the fading rays of the sun. You get that playful look in your eyes and decide that you want to go swimming. We go to the room and instead of you putting on a suit, you just grab a towel and head for the door..."What are you doing?"