Inheritance Part 3 The drive to the manor was not as scenic as the girls had hoped for but the day itself was a beautiful one. A nice 75-degree temperature held in the air while the sun shown very bright in the pale blue cloudless sky. At least they had not seen any clouds until the limousine turned onto the driveway. Over hanging the manor appeared to be a dark gloomy cloud and yet there were no other clouds for as far as the eye could see. Then Miranda clasped onto Valerie’s hand partly out of fear but mostly out of excitement. “Oh my God Valerie! This is mine?” she said as the car rolled to a stop in front of a stately looking 19th century English style home. The designers of the building had gone all out combining different construction and art styles when it had been built. Other than the leering black cloud over head the place was breath taking and obviously well maintained. “Here we are ladies. Welcome to Adler Manor,” Mr. Weinstein said as he opened the back limousine door with one hand and gesturing to the building with the other. “Thank you,” replied Miranda as she gathered herself and exited the limousine. “Yes, Thank you,” also replied Valerie. “Now let me introduce you to the staff here at Adler Manor.” Referring to 3 people that had emerged from the house and were now standing in the front entrance in military style fashion. “They will be here to answer any of your questions, prepare your meals, and other house duties. Unfortunately they do not live on the premises so they will retire to their homes at dusk and will return each morning at sun up.” The girls gave a skeptical glare. “This is Michelle, she is your maid and personal servant.” Michelle stood about 5’7” with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her husky build reminded them of a drill Sargent. “Welcome Ms. Adler. Welcome Ms. Hampton,” Michelle said with a curtsey toward each girl. “This is Mr. Humphreys. He is your butler.” Mr. Humphreys stood with perfect posture at about 6’ tall and balding. He was obviously from the looks of him well versed in the etiquette of social graces. “Welcome Ms. Adler, Ms. Hampton.” He clicked his heals and bent forward at the shoulders just slightly, before returning to his perfect stance. “Lastly, Here we have Mrs. Stimpleton. She is your cook. If you have any special dietary needs or wants let her know and she will make sure to stock up when she goes to the market.” She was a plump little thing, all of about 5’ tall and grey hair. “So nice to have you here. I have prepared a little breakfast for you. If you will follow me into the dinning area, you can eat and then Mr. Humphreys can show you around when you are done.” They entered the main doorway into a large open foyer with a cathedral ceiling. Straight ahead stood a staircase 15 feet wide at the base and tapered to about 5 feet wide at the top. To the left was a large library with books on every wall, and several plush couches and chairs strategically placed throughout the room. To the right they were led into the main dinning area. In the center of the floor was a 20-foot elegant dinning table laden with two fine china place settings, perfectly polished sterling silver utensils, and fine bone crystal drinking glasses. Over the table hung the most glamorous crystal chandelier, which lit up the room by mere refraction of the sun. The wall directly adjacent to them was all windows, under which sat a 10-foot table complimented with a sterling tea set in the center. Around the tea set was arranged the most delicious looking and smelling delicacies. The girls were seated at the far end of the dinning table along with Mr. Weinstein. "Have you ever seen anything so breath taking?" Miranda whispered into Valerie's ear. Valerie responded with a subtle shake of her head. Then they were all served their breakfast and partook of friendly conversation. ----------------- After the tour, Mr. Weinstein graciously excused himself and left. The girls then took the opportunity to explore the upstairs bedrooms. During the tour the bedrooms had been pointed out but the contents in each was still a mystery. They wondered in and out of the rooms investigating the contents each room had to offer, until they came to a locked door. "Val, go see if any of the servants are still here with a key." Miranda requested while fiddling with the knob and lock. Valerie searched all the downstairs rooms but no one was to be found. Entering the kitchen she found a note: *Mistress Miranda, I have left your dinner in the oven should you get hungry, and the refrigerator is fully stocked. One thing we neglected to mention is, there is a room on the second floor that is locked. If you know what is good for you, you will leave it that way. Bad things will happen should the door be opened for any reason. I shall return in the morning to prepare your breakfast. Mrs. Stimpleton* Not being of the superstitious mind, Valerie went to work looking through all the drawers in the kitchen in search of something to open the door. Finding a screwdriver she returned to the room where Miranda was still waiting for her. "All the servants are gone but Mrs. Stimpleton left this note," she said handing the note to Miranda. Miranda looked at the note paused then looked at Valerie. "Did you find anything to open the door?" "As a matter of fact." reaching into her pocket she produced the screwdriver. Moments later they had the doorknob out and the lock undone. Opening the door they discovered the room contained an entire ladies Victorian wardrobe. The girls couldn't resist trying on different articles of clothing. Like school girls they would try on an outfit then parade in front of the mirror admiring themselves then return to the closet to pick out another outfit. Feeling a bit mischievous they settled on a set of corsets and thigh highs. Valerie in baby blue soft cotton with white lace outlining the top of the bust, accentuating her soft mounds which protruded out the top as they were squeezed in tightly. Miranda chose a more revealing waist cincher of deep purple shimmering satin. She admired herself in the mirror, feeling her bare breasts as they were allowed to hang freely. She could feel herself become wet with her own touch, pinching at her nipples and giving slight yet firm tugs. Valerie was investigating an old truck she had found in the corner of the room when she heard the moans. Turning she saw Miranda sprawled out on the bed, legs spread wide as she rotated her hips; but she wasn't masturbating. Walking to the side of he bed she watched in horror as she observed a distinct hand indent on Miranda's breast. "Miranda snap out of it," she said, as she placed her hands on Miranda's shoulders and shook her. Miranda didn't snap out of it; she was far into the feelings and sensations that were engulfing her body. "Snap out of it, please!" Valerie pleaded, slapping her across the face. Miranda sat up on the bed. "Why the hell did you slap me?" she said rubbing her cheek. "Something is very wrong here Miranda. You were laying on the bed, I could see handprints in your skin but there was nobody there." She looked scared. "Don't be silly. I sat down on the edge of the bed to straighten my stockings and next thing I knew you were slapping me. Maybe this trip has gotten the best of us. Lets go down and eat we have plenty of time to explore tomorrow," she said and got her own clothing back on. "I swear I saw what I saw Miranda. But if you don't remember it." She paused looking very puzzled. "Maybe your right." She smiled, "What an imagination I have when I zone out." She chuckled out loud but could not stop questioning in her mind how she could see something and Miranda not remember it. She shrugged her head got dressed and they went to the kitchen for something to eat.Inheritance Part_3