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 on to the 
driveway. Hanging over 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 
architectural styles when they built it. Other than the looming black cloud 
overhead, the place was breathtaking 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 
three people that had emerged from the house and were now standing in 
the front entrance in military 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 sergeant.

“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 at about 6’ tall, balding but with perfect posture. 
From his appearance he was obviously well versed in etiquette and social 
graces. 

“Welcome Ms. Adler, Ms. Hampton.” He clicked his heels 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 of them stood an oak staircase 15 feet wide at the 
base, tapering to about 5 feet wide at the top. To their left was a large 
mahogany paneled library with books on every wall, several plush 
couches and chairs strategically placed throughout the room. They were 
led to their right, into the main dining 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 crystal drinking glasses. 
Over the table hung the most glamorous crystal chandelier, which lit up 
the room in scintillating colors 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 dining table along with Mr. Weinstein.

"Have you ever seen anything so breathtaking?" 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.

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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 wandered 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 a 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 schoolgirls 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 trunk 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 shock and 
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 witless.

"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 then proceeded to put 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 like that and 
Miranda not remember it. 

She shrugged her head got dressed and they went to the kitchen for 
something to eat. 

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