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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

Any comments, including constructive criticisms, would be
most appreciated.  Please send to artemis55@hotmail.com

This work is copyrighted by the author.  You may download and keep
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story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a profit.
        ========================================

Shon is responsible for inspiring this story.  He was talking about all 
those old classic black and white films where people are stuck in a creepy 
old house while a mysterious person is killing them all one by one to 
inherit a fortune.  He was talking about writing a sex story along the same 
lines but wasn't sure how to do it.  So I thought I'd have a go and this is 
the best I could come up with.  So if you get upset by the fact people are 
getting murdered in those films, the non-consensual bits in this story are 
going to upset you.  If not, read on and see if you can work out whodunit.
        ========================================


Where There's A Will
By Vickie Morgan

All that was missing was a sinister flash of lightening, Judith thought.  
The old house crouched on a hilltop, seeming to leer down at any traveller 
approaching it up the long driveway.  Gloomy clouds collected around its 
turreted tower and the wind howled as it rattled the ivy shrouding every 
window.  Judith had always hated visiting Great-Aunt Patricia, especially 
when she had been younger.  Even now, at the grand old age of nineteen, she 
dreaded arriving.  Her parents had given her no choice though, and at least 
it gave her a chance to try out her new driving skills.

She followed the drive round to the back of the house and suppressed a groan 
when she saw how many cars were already parked there.  It looked like the 
whole clan had been summoned.  If there was one thing worse than visiting 
Great-Aunt Patricia, it was visiting Great-Aunt Patricia when all the 
relatives were there too.  Wondering how soon she could possibly leave, 
Judith collected her bags and made her way back round to the front door.  
She hauled on the rusty old bell-pull and as usual it seemed to make no 
sound at all.  A few minutes later though, the front door creaked open and 
the butler ushered her in.  No one else Judith knew employed a butler but it 
was typical of Great-Aunt Patricia.  To call her eccentric would be an 
understatement.  However, she had, one way or another, amassed a 
considerable fortune so the whole family indulged her numerous quirks.

"The family have convened in the green sitting-room, Miss Judith," the 
butler informed her, taking her bags.  "Dinner will be served at seven, but 
Miss Glenroth has requested everyone's presence in the library at six."

"Oh damn," Judith muttered.  "That only gives me ten minutes.  Am I the last 
to arrive Norris?"

"No, Miss Judith.  Miss Lucinda and her companion are also late," Norris 
informed her loftily.

"Nothing new there then," Judith commented.  Norris gave her an impassive 
look, then led her up the stairs to her room.  This involved going up two 
flights of the main staircase, down several corridors, up another flight of 
stairs, along a twisting corridor and then down a cramped spiral staircase 
and finally to her room.  Even though she was always given the same room 
each time she visited, Judith carefully memorised the route.  She already 
had more than enough experience of being lost in this house to last her a 
lifetime and had no wish to add a new one.  Especially when she was already 
running late.  Great-Aunt Patricia expected formal dress, which meant a long 
skirt at least, and not Judith's more comfortable jeans and jumper.  
Experience also had taught her to make sure she had a warm jacket, as the 
heating system was dependent on totally inadequate coal fires that never 
seemed to make any headway dispelling the pervading damp.

Judith arrived back down in the main hallway just as her cousin Lucinda 
arrived.  Lucinda was a few years older than Judith, and adolescent 
hero-worship had become affectionate envy.  Lucinda had been blessed with 
perfect features, naturally wavy blonde hair and a dainty figure that made 
women feel clumsy and men protective.  That she was also sweet-natured and a 
gifted musician only added to her charm.

"Judith!" Lucinda cried, rushing to embrace her.  "I haven't seen you in 
ages.  Oh now look, I've made you all wet.  It's absolutely pelting it down 
out there.  Andrew tried to shelter me, oh this is Andrew, Judith, isn't he 
divine, he tried to keep me dry but it was impossible.  Still, it's only 
water, it will dry."

"It's good to see you, Lucy," Judith said, hugging her despite her wet coat. 
  "You're heading for trouble though.  We all have to be in the library in 
five minutes.  You're never going to make it."

"Oh but I am," Lucinda declared.  "I knew I would be late, because I always 
am no matter how hard I try.  So I got all dressed for dinner before we 
left, isn't that clever?  I didn't want to get another of the GAP's lectures 
on tardiness, she is so terrifying when she glares at me over those hideous 
glasses and thumps her cane on the floor like she does.  I'm sure she tries 
to land it on my foot on purpose.  Have you seen the GAP yet?"

"Lucy, stop calling her that," Judith requested.  "And no I haven't seen her 
yet.  I was nearly late myself thanks to the lousy weather."

"Oh don't worry, I explained to Andrew that we call Great-Aunt Patricia the 
GAP for brevity's sake.  That was such a clever idea of yours, and you were 
only a little girl when you thought of it.  I warned him all about this 
horrible place and the sweetheart still insisted on coming.  Isn't he a 
lovely man?"

Judith exchanged rueful smiles with the 'lovely man', who to his credit 
didn't look too embarrassed.

"Lucy, please try to be a bit more discreet," Judith pleaded, looking 
significantly at the butler who stood patiently waiting to receive Lucinda's 
bags.

"Oh Norris doesn't mind, do you?" Lucinda declared confidently, giving the 
stony faced man's cheek a pat.  "Ooh look, it's six o'clock.  Can I bang the 
gong, Norris, please?"

"I'm sorry Miss Lucinda, but Miss Glenroth would be most displeased if I 
allowed one of her family to perform my tasks.  If you would like to make 
your way to the library I will see to it that your bags are delivered to 
your rooms.  Mr Andrew will be accommodated in the blue guestroom on the 
first floor, should he need to retire to his room.  This way please."

The butler firmly ushered them into the library, then stepped back into the 
hall to strike the small gong and summon the rest of the family.  Judith 
found a comfortable chair near a window and settled herself down as the rest 
of her relatives arrived.  The library was about the only room she actually 
liked in this house.  Every wall was lined from floor to ceiling with books, 
apart from gaps for the fireplace and windows.  Two ladders were suspended 
from the ceiling so that they could be moved around the room and allow 
access to the higher shelves.  If she looked carefully, Judith could see the 
slightly lighter wood on one rung.  The original rung had been broken during 
a rowdy game of chase she had been involved in one day years ago.  She had 
collected a large bump on her head, her cousin Josephine had broken her arm 
and they had all been banned from the library for the rest of their visit.

As Judith had expected, all her relatives were here.  Uncle Jim led the 
group in, taking up his usual stance in front of the fireplace.  His wife 
Anna scuttled in behind him, anxiously turning her head to make sure her two 
daughters were following.  Josephine took after her father, a tall, angular 
girl with a strident voice and a confident manner.  She had recently 
finished her training to be a teacher and she had been employed by one of 
the most prestigious borstals in the country.  Her sister Lisa was 
completely different.  She had just left school and was as timid as her 
mother, seeming content to live in Josephine's shadow.  Behind Lisa came 
Aunt Bessie, a pleasant smile on her face as always.  Her smile widened as 
she spotted Judith and Lucinda and she gave them a friendly wave before 
turning to continue her discussion with Judith's mother, Clare.  Judith's 
father, Rob, was deep in conversation with Bessie's husband Phil, who was 
animatedly gesturing as he made his point, almost hitting Lucinda' widowed 
mother Francis in the face.  Bringing up the rear was Judith's younger 
sister Kim and Lucinda's sister Pat, giggling about something.

Once everyone was settled in their seats, a respectful silence fell as 
Great-Aunt Patricia made her entrance.  Norris held the doors open as she 
whirred in on an electric wheelchair.  Her face was creased like ancient 
parchment but her eyes still glittered brightly.  She was bundled up in 
several fur rugs and heavy diamond and ruby earrings dragged down her ears.  
A pot-bellied little man walked behind her chair, clutching to his chest a 
briefcase bulging with papers.  Great-Aunt Patricia stopped her chair in the 
centre of the room and he hovered behind her, shifting nervously from foot 
to foot and desperately trying not to meet anyone's gaze.

"Hah, knew you'd all come," she declared, casting a malevolent look around.  
"Even that addled-brained idiot Lucinda has managed to get here on time."

"I'm as impressed as you are," Lucinda told her sunnily.  "Who knows, maybe 
I'm developing new habits."

"It would be about time," Great-Aunt Patricia snapped.  "Now be quiet, I'm 
talking now.  You're a sorry bunch of people but you're the only relatives 
I've got so you'll have to do.  My time's almost up and I'm not going to be 
around for much longer."

"Oh surely not, Aunt Patricia," Aunt Bessie said.  "You're looking 
wonderfully well, I'm sure you've got years of productive life ahead of 
you."

"Oh do you Bessie," Great-Aunt Patricia demanded irascibly.  "Well I've been 
talking to the doctors, whose medical opinion I trust more than yours, and 
they don't agree with you.  They've pumped me full of drugs and that's all 
that's keeping me alive.  So keep your optimistic mumbo-jumbo for someone 
who wants it.  I've had enough and I want to die, if no one else objects of 
course."

She paused but everyone in the room wisely kept silence.  She gave a 
satisfied grunt and clamped a mask attached to an oxygen bottle over her 
face for a few breaths.

"Right, the only thing I have left to sort out is my will," she continued.  
There was a sudden rustling as everyone in the room sat up straighter and 
started paying attention.

"I've given the matter a lot of thought over the years and finally settled 
on what I want.  And I've called you all here to explain it to you.  Mr 
Williams here has wrapped it up in legal speak and made it all right and 
tight.  But it says what I want it to say.  I'm leaving my money to be 
divided up between the lot of you, on one condition."

She paused for another gulp of oxygen but Judith was sure it was more to 
draw out the tension.  You could have heard the proverbial pin drop, even 
though it would have landed on the dusty carpet.  Even though Judith told 
herself she wasn't interested in the money, she couldn't help wondering what 
was coming next.

"All the trouble in this world is caused by men," the old woman declared.  
The men in the room shifted uncomfortably but wisely kept their silence.  
They had heard this speech before.  "All they are interested in is getting 
between a girl's legs.  But what good does that do the girl? Heh?  None at 
all.  As soon as he's got what he wants the man is off sniffing around a new 
girl.  But women are taught to accept this, that it's their lot in life and 
they should be grateful.  Poppycock!  The only way women are going to get 
anywhere is if they avoid men completely.  Never let the vile creatures 
touch them.  I should know, I've never let a man near me.  And I've led a 
full and satisfying life.  So that's what I've put in my will."

"But that doesn't make any sense," Uncle Phil said, looking around for 
support.  "Who gets the money?"

"I haven't finished, you blithering idiot," Great-Aunt Patricia screeched.  
"I'll never know why Bessie married you.  I used to have her stay with me 
when that snobby private school of hers let her have a holiday and she was 
growing up to be a lovely girl.  Then her foolish parents force her into 
marriage with you and she's never amounted to anything.  You're a pathetic 
waste of air.  You couldn't even give her children.  What use are you, you 
miserable worm."

"Hey, now that's a bit rough," Uncle Phil protested.

"Please Aunt Patricia, don't lets go over all this again," Aunt Bessie 
pleaded.  "It's all old history.  Why don't you just go on telling us about 
your will?"

"Humph, that's all you lot are interested in, my money.  Well since you're 
all so anxious to find out, I'll tell you.  I'm leaving my money to the 
girls who have followed my example.  Whichever of you is still a virgin when 
I die, the money gets divided up between you.  Each virgin will get an equal 
amount that will be divided again into three.  The girl keeps two thirds and 
the other third goes to the rest of her family to be equally divided between 
them.  So you had best start hoping that you brought your daughters up with 
decent morals, hadn't you?  And you had best get working on a daughter 
before it's too late, hadn't you Phil?"

She looked around at our stunned faces and cackled with laughter.  
Unfortunately her laughing led to a severe coughing fit that left her 
wheezing into her mask.

"Any questions, ask Mr Williams," she dropped the mask long enough to say.  
Then with a last malevolent look around she set her wheelchair in motion and 
left the room.

"Mr Williams," Uncle Jim demanded.  "Is this true?  Have you actually 
managed to make this nonsense legally binding?"

"I'm afraid so," the little man said apologetically, backing away from Uncle 
Jim.  He only succeeded in backing into Uncle Phil, who was looking 
understandably upset.

"What happens if none of them are still virgins?  Does the money get divided 
up normally then?"

"No," Mr Williams quavered nervously.  "Any potential inheritee would have 
to be examined by two doctors.  If none of them have physical proof of their 
virginity then the money goes to establish a scholarship for female 
students."

"And you helped her write this?" Uncle Jim demanded.  "Couldn't you see 
she's insane?"

"I was just doing my job and carrying out my client's wishes," Mr Williams 
protested weakly.

"Hey, that might be an option," Josephine suggested.  "Surely such a bizarre 
will could be overturned on the grounds of insanity.  Then doesn't the money 
automatically get divided between the next of kin?"

"I'm afraid Miss Glenroth insisted on a psychiatric examination before she 
signed her will to ensure that there was no doubt she was in sound mental 
health," Mr Williams explained.  "It would be impossible to overturn the 
will on those grounds."

"I take it you're not a virgin then, Josephine?" Pat asked cheekily, 
hurriedly moving out of range when Josephine advanced on her.

"Before we all get excited about this will, maybe it would be a good idea to 
check if there's actually any real money involved here," Judith's father 
suggested calmly.  "For all we know she could have only a couple of thousand 
pounds.  After death duty and the rest, there might not really be any money 
left to be bothered about."

"I am authorised to tell you that the estate Miss Glenroth will leave, after 
all deductions, will be worth in the region of three million pounds," Mr 
Williams said.  There was a stunned silence that was broken by the sound of 
the gong and the butler announcing that dinner was served.

Everyone trailed into the dining room and tried to eat some of the sumptuous 
meal Norris had provided.  Conversation was desultory as everyone had only 
one topic on their mind.  Great-Aunt Patricia didn't join her family, which 
was a relief for everyone.  Judith caught her parents studying her several 
times during the meal and knew that the first opportunity they got, they 
were going to quiz her on her sex life.  It was obvious to everyone that 
Josephine was no longer a virgin, and she spent most of the meal competing 
with Uncle Phil to see who could get drunk the quickest.  Judith couldn't 
help wondering what Andrew thought of the situation.  She glanced his way a 
few times but Lucinda was chattering away, keeping him amused.  It was 
amazing how Lucinda managed to find a seemingly endless stream of 
good-looking men, Judith thought.  Andrew was possibly the best looking man 
Judith had actually met in the flesh.  He looked like he belonged in an 
advert in the pages of some glossy magazine.  He looked up to find Judith 
staring at him and winked at her, making her blush.  After that, Judith kept 
her eyes firmly on her plate.

They had reached the stage where most people had finished their deserts and 
Uncle Jim was pouring the brandy, when the front door bell rang.  It clanged 
somewhere in the depths of the house, its mournful tones competing against 
the storm rattling the windowpanes.

" 'Ask not whom the bell tolls for'," Pat declared theatrically.

" 'It tolls for thee'," Kim responded.  Judith glared at them both as they 
dissolved into giggles.  Kim was annoying enough on her own but when she was 
together with Pat she was unbearable.  Judith tried to remind herself that 
she was probably just as irritating when she was sixteen but she found it 
hard to believe.

They could hear footsteps hurrying up and down the stairs and doors being 
opened and closed.  Even though it was a big house, it had been built of 
inferior materials and sound carried easily.  Judith had often been kept 
awake by Josephine's snoring, three bedrooms away.  Eventually Uncle Jim's 
curiosity got the better of him and he rang the bell for Norris.  There was 
a considerable delay but then not only the butler but also Mr Williams and 
another man entered the dining room.

"What on earth is going on out there?" Uncle Jim demanded.

"Good evening," the stranger said.  "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news 
but I'm afraid Miss Glenroth has suffered a fatal heart attack.  I'm Doctor 
Elliot and Norris called me out.  I've contacted the coroner's office and 
they have taken Miss Glenroth's body away.  She had been ill for sometime, 
as I'm sure you are all aware, so this wasn't totally unexpected.  I'm very 
sorry for your loss."

"She's dead?" Aunt Bessie asked wonderingly.  "She was only talking to us an 
hour or so ago."

"These things can happen very swiftly when the system is weakened," Doctor 
Elliot told her.  "She didn't suffer at all in the end."

"It's just a bit of a shock," Judith's mother said.  "We're all down here 
eating away and she was up there dying.  It seems a bit heartless somehow."

"Now, now, we weren't to know," Judith's father said, putting his arm around 
his wife.  "And even if we had known there's nothing we could have done."

"That's quite correct sir," the doctor confirmed.

"So what happens now?" Uncle Jim demanded.

"There won't be any need for an inquest as cause of death was clear," the 
doctor began.

"No, I mean what happens to us?" Uncle Jim interrupted.  "Who does this 
house belong to and are they going to let us stay here tonight or do we need 
to start packing?"

"I'm sure no one expects us to leave," Aunt Bessie remarked.

"I certainly wouldn't advise it," Doctor Elliot told us.  "There's a nasty 
storm raging out there, I nearly didn't make it here.  In fact, I was hoping 
I would be able to stay here for the rest of the night.  It will have died 
down by morning but at present that driveway along the cliff top is 
dangerous."

"Well we need a doctor if we're going to sort that will out, don't we Mr 
Williams?" Uncle Jim asked.  "So why doesn't the doc here take the girls 
somewhere private and we'll get this sorted once and for all."

"Jim!" Aunt Anna protested.  "Must you be so crude?"

"Hey, I'm just saying what we're all thinking," Uncle Jim declared.  "I 
don't want to hang around wondering who's going to get what."

"I'm afraid there has to be two doctors making the examination," Mr Williams 
reminded him.

"Hell's bells!" Uncle Jim exclaimed.  "So lets get another doctor up here."

"I assure you that no one is going to turn out in this weather unless it's a 
life or death situation," Doctor Elliot interposed.  "I will leave a message 
for my colleague though, and he will be here first thing in the morning.  Is 
that satisfactory to everybody?"

"Not really but it will have to do," Uncle Jim grumbled.

"Well then, there's nothing more anyone can do tonight so I suggest we all 
go to bed," Judith's father said firmly.  No one seemed to disagree as 
everyone made their way upstairs.

The younger generation's bedrooms were all at the top of the house, in or 
around the tower.  Their parents were all allocated bedrooms on the first 
floor but most of them managed to catch their offspring and ask them the 
vital question.  Judith managed to contain her embarrassment long enough to 
reassure her parents before escaping to the sanctuary of her room.  She 
could hear her sister in the next door room, giggling with Pat.  She 
wondered if they had included Lisa in their conversation or if they had as 
usual ignored her.  At last the giggles and whispers died down and Judith 
drifted off to sleep.

She wasn't sure what first woke her.  The old house constantly creaked and 
groaned and the clamour of the storm added to the noise.  But there had 
definitely been a new sound, something different enough to wake her.  
Sitting up, Judith clutched the covers around her shoulders as she tried to 
isolate the disturbing sound.  Then she heard it again, a kind of ragged 
moan.  For a moment all the ghost stories they had made up when they were 
younger chased through Judith's mind, then she dismissed them.  The moans 
were getting louder and more frequent.  Intrigued, Judith rolled out of bed 
and found her slippers and dressing-gown.  Out in the corridor the moans 
were louder and were coming from the next floor up.  Only Josephine and Lisa 
slept there, above them was just the top of the tower.  Maybe the sounds 
were Josephine's grief at losing out on her inheritance.

Judith made her way up the twisting stairs and tapped on Josephine's door.  
The door swung open under Judith's knuckles, so she entered the room.  
Josephine was fast asleep in her bed, sprawled out on her back.  Mystified, 
Judith shook her awake.

"What the hell do you want?" Josephine snarled blearily.  "It's the middle 
of the night y'know."

"I came up to find out what the moaning was.  If it's not you, it must be 
Lisa.  Maybe we should go and check on her."

"What moaning?" Josephine asked.

"You can't hear it as clearly in here, come out into the corridor."

Josephine stumbled out into the corridor after Judith.  Just as Judith had 
said, the sounds were louder out here.  The moaning was now interspersed 
with gasps and whimpers.

"That's Lucinda getting it on with that boy-toy she brought with her," 
Josephine exclaimed in disgust.  "Don't you know the sound of sex when you 
hear it?"

"Lucinda's bedroom is on the floor below me," Judith insisted.  "That noise 
is coming from this floor."  Even as they argued the moaning reached a 
crescendo and was superseded by a couple of short screams, then silence.

"Well however it was had themselves a good time of it," Josephine declared.  
"But just to put your mind at rest, why don't we go check on Lisa."

She marched off down the corridor with Judith trailing behind.  She didn't 
bother knocking on Lisa's door but just walked right in.  She stopped so 
suddenly Judith walked into her and they both fell to the floor. They stood 
on each other a couple of times as they tried to regain their feet but at 
last Josephine managed to reach up and slap the light on and they untangled 
themselves.

Lisa was sprawled on the bed, the covers tossed on the floor and her 
nightdress rumpled up around her waist.  She was flushed and trembling, her 
naked body covered with a sheen of sweat and between her legs was a small 
puddle of clear fluid streaked with drops of red.

"Where did he go?" Josephine demanded furiously.  "Did you see him Judith?  
Where did he go?"

"I, I didn't see anyone," Judith stammered, taken aback by Josephine's 
ferocity.

"That was wonderful," Lisa murmured, her eyelids flickering open.  "I've 
never felt anything like that before."

"What the hell happened here?" Josephine yelled.

"What?  Hey, why are you two in my bedroom?" Lisa asked, sitting up and 
pulling her nightdress down over herself.  She reached down for the covers 
and huddled under them.

"What's going on folks?" Lucinda's voice came from behind them.

"You, what are you doing up at this time?" Josephine demanded.

"I had just been to check if my guest was comfortable and I heard all the 
racket.  Is Lisa OK?"

"No she's not!" Josephine declared, striding over to the bed and flinging 
the covers off Lisa again to expose the puddle. As she did so an object fell 
off the bed and rolled across the floor.  "Someone raped her."

"Jo, no they didn't," Lisa protested, trying to pull the covers back.

"So what did happen here?" Josephine demanded.

"Nothing," Lisa whispered.  "I just had a really nice dream, that's all."

"A dream doesn't take your virginity," Josephine snarled.  "And there was a 
man here, I saw him."

"Um, Josephine, maybe this would explain things," Lucinda suggested, holding 
up the object that had rolled across the floor.  Josephine looked at the 
vibrator and her face turned red.  Casting a disgusted look at Lisa, she 
pushed her way out of the room.

"Are you sure you're all right Lisa," Judith asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," Lisa replied meekly, burrowing back under her covers.  "I'm 
just very sleepy.  Go away and let me sleep."

"OK, if you're sure," Judith said.  "Night Lisa."

Judith and Lucinda made their way back down the stairs.

"Don't you think that was a bit odd?" Judith asked.

"Lisa having a vibrator?  Very odd," Lucinda giggled.  "Her dad is going to 
blow a gasket when he finds out she's popped her own cherry.  They do say 
that it's always the quiet ones who have hidden depths though.  Want to come 
down to my room for a hot chocolate?  Norris made me a big flask of his 
special brand."

"Sounds nice," Judith accepted.  "I still don't think things are as 
straightforward as they seemed though.  Josephine was yelling about a man 
before she even knew Lisa had been doing whatever it was she was doing."

"It's called masturbating, Judith.  Surely you've done it too."

"The odd time," Judith admitted, wishing she didn't blush so easily.  "But 
where would a shy girl as young as Lisa get a vibrator from?  And why would 
she use it for the first time right after she's learnt that if she can prove 
she's a virgin she'll inherit squillions of pounds?"

"Here's the hot choccy," Lucinda said, handing Judith a cup.  "What makes 
you think that was the first time Lisa had used it?  Like you say, it would 
be a really stupid thing to do."

"There was blood on the sheets," Judith told her, making herself comfortable 
on the spare bed.

"That could have come from anywhere," Lucinda pointed out.  "She could have 
scratched herself or anything.  I really think it's a fuss about nothing.  
It's this house; it's all creepy and dark and morbid.  Everyone gets all 
melodramatic about the slightest thing."

"Probably," Judith sighed, sipping her hot chocolate.  "I will be so glad to 
get out of here tomorrow.  At least now she's dead I won't ever have to come 
back ever again."

"Count me in for that emotion, darling," Lucinda said, climbing into her bed 
and snuggling down under the covers.  "What about poor Norris though?  GAP 
didn't bothered leaving him any money even though he's taken care of her 
single-handily all these years. If the new owners don't keep him on, how's 
he going to get a job?"

"I hadn't thought about Norris," Judith admitted.

"So Judith, I think I've been very good not asking so far but I can't last 
any longer," Lucinda said with a giggle.  "Are you about to become a very 
wealthy woman or not?"

Judith felt her face instantly turning bright red.  "Unless someone seduces 
me tonight it looks like it," she admitted.  "How are about you?"

"Well if someone had bothered to tell me that little bitty piece of skin was 
worth so much money I'd have taken better care of it," Lucinda drawled.  "As 
it is, I got carnally intimate a long time ago.  Still, I should benefit 
from Pat's virtue.  I hate that GAP is still manipulating us all though.  
Fancy having all your relatives know if you've had sex or not.  So 
embarrassing."

"Tell me about it.  Poor Jo though.  Did you see her face?" Judith asked.  
"I wouldn't like to be in her shoes when Uncle Jim gets hold of her.  He's 
going to go supernova when he finds out about Lisa too.  From what Dad was 
saying the other day, I think he's a bit strapped for cash at the moment.  
He was probably counting on getting at least a bit of money, especially as 
Aunt Anna is the oldest."

"Well you can always give him a bit of your share," Lucinda suggested 
lazily, yawning widely.  Then her jaw snapped shut and she sat up in bed.  
"Did you hear that, Ju?"

"You would have to be deaf not to," Judith replied, scrambling to her feet.  
"Come on, it sounds like it's coming from upstairs. Wasn't Pat sleeping with 
our Kim tonight?"

Echoing down the hallways was the sound of a female's voice approaching 
ecstasy.  Lucinda led the way as the two girls hurried up the stairs and ran 
towards the sounds.  They burst through the door and the light from the 
hallway streamed into the room.  For a moment the two figures on the bed 
froze, then there was a flurry of movement and someone charged for the door. 
  Lucinda was sent flying and Judith was pushed roughly against the wall.

"Get after him," Lucinda ordered, limping towards the bed.  "Find out who it 
was.  I'll take care of Kim."  Judith quickly glanced at the bed to reassure 
herself.  Her sister was sitting up, looking dazed and confused but 
otherwise fine.  So she ran out of the room and set off in pursuit of the 
mystery figure.

Whoever it was had got a good start but the layout of the house aided 
Judith.  She could clearly hear someone pounding up the stairs as she chased 
along behind.  Judith had always been a good sprinter and she kept herself 
fit.  She arrived at the top of the stairs as the person in front 
disappeared around the corner of the corridor.  Pleased to see that her 
quarry seemed to be limping, she raced along the hallway and heard the 
footsteps in front of her thudding down the back staircase.  Her breath 
beginning to come in gasps, Judith followed, gaining all the time.  She 
began to yell, hoping someone would come out of the bedrooms to help her.  
She leapt off the bottom step as bedroom doors began to open and heads 
appear.  The figure she was pursuing was now heading for the main staircase 
and Judith was getting closer all the time.  Reaching the ground floor she 
was just in time to see the dining-room door swinging close.  She burst 
through the door and skidded into her pursuee.   They both crashed to the 
floor and she heard a pained grunt accompanied by the sound of a skull 
connecting with a chair leg.  She tried to grab hold of the mystery figure 
but a blow to her stomach knocked all the air out of her lungs and left her 
gasping on the floor.

By the time a huddle of her relatives crowded into the dining room, 
querulously or strenuously demanding explanations depending on their 
particular disposition, Judith was the only occupant of the room.  She sank 
into a chair and tried to get her breath back as the vocal discussion gained 
momentum and volume.  Andrew sat down next to her and handed her a glass of 
water.

"Please, go bang the gong," Judith asked him.  "Get everyone down here. Then 
go and find Pat and don't leave her alone."  He looked puzzled but left the 
room and a moment later the sound of the gong began to echo through the 
house.  By the time everyone had gathered in the dining room, Judith had got 
her breath back and was able to make herself heard.

"There's something very strange going on tonight," she announced.  "First 
Lisa, and now Kim have had visitors.  I was chasing someone but he came in 
here and disappeared.  Whoever it is seems to be making sure that some of us 
won't inherit anything from Great-Aunt Patricia."

There was a stunned silence, and then everyone turned to look at Lisa and 
Kim.  Lisa flushed bright red and pulled her blanket further up to hide her 
face.  Kim just tossed her head and stared defiantly back.

"What's this all about Lisa?" Uncle Jim asked in an unusually quiet voice.

"I don't know, Daddy.  I was asleep and having the strangest dream and then 
Jo and Judith were in my room and yelling and turning the light on."

"It's true, Dad, someone made sure Lisa wasn't a virgin anymore,"  Josephine 
said glumly.  "I definitely saw someone but who knows where he went.  He 
couldn't have got past us out of the door but he wasn't there when we got 
the light on.  He left this behind though."  Out of her dressing gown pocket 
she produced the vibrator we had found on Lisa's floor.

"Josephine!" Aunt Anna cried indignantly.  "Put that dreadful thing away."

"Where would anyone get such a thing," Aunt Bessie exclaimed in disgust.

"What about you Kim, what happened to you?"  her father asked.

"Pretty much the same," Kim said, trying to sound grown-up and composed.  "I 
was having a really hot dream about Brad Pitt, and then I was woken up by 
Lucinda and our Judith crashing about."

"She's not a virgin any more either, I'm afraid," Lucinda said sadly.  Kim 
stuck her chin in the air and stared fixedly at the wall.

"Well it seems that Judith is right," Uncle Jim said ponderously.  "Someone 
seems to be trying to secure all of Aunt Patricia's fortune for themselves."

"Or maybe it's sour grapes, someone making sure they're not the only ones 
who inherit nothing," Aunt Francis suggested, looking pointedly at Uncle Jim 
and Uncle Phil.

"Well really, just what are you trying to suggest?" Uncle Phil snapped.

"I'm just exploring possibilities," Aunt Francis said airily.

"Now let's all calm down," Aunt Bessie interjected.  "There's no point 
shouting and arguing and throwing accusations around.  That won't help 
anyone."

"Bessie's right," Judith's mother said firmly.  "Why don't we all sit down 
and have some tea or something stronger and discuss, calmly, what we are 
going to do to protect our girls."

"Good idea, Clare," Judith's father agreed.  "Actually where is Norris?  I 
thought he would be here."  He crossed to the old-fashioned bell-pull and 
gave it a good yank.  A few moments later Norris appeared and hovered by the 
door.  He was dressed as usual in his black suit, despite the late hour, but 
he didn't look his usual composed self.  His hair was ruffled, bits of fluff 
were stuck to his clothing and he looked rather flushed.

"Where have you been, Norris?" Uncle Jim asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry, sir, I was unavoidably detained," Norris said stiffly.

"Norris, come over here and stop hovering by the door," Uncle Jim ordered.  
Norris reluctantly crossed the room.

"Norris, are you all right?" Lucinda asked.  "You look like you're limping."

"I may have twisted my knee slightly while I was clearing the table," Norris 
said loftily.

"Really?  You seemed perfectly fine when you brought me some brandy less 
than an hour ago," Uncle Jim observed.  Norris nervously cleared his throat. 
  Everyone turned to look at him.  Judith couldn't ever remember seeing 
Norris look anything less than perfectly self-possessed.  Unable to believe 
the words coming out of her own mouth, she slowly said:

"The person I was chasing was limping slightly."

There was complete silence while everyone waited for Norris to say 
something.  He swallowed hard and cast a desperate look around the room.

"And he banged his head while we were struggling on the floor," Judith 
continued.  "You've got bits of carpet on your clothes and that looks like a 
bump on you head."

"Norris!" Aunt Anna exclaimed.  "I can't believe you would do such a thing."

"Of course he wouldn't," Aunt Bessie said firmly.  "Norris has loyally 
served this family for many years and you should all be ashamed of 
yourselves for even thinking such a thing.  I think you young girls have let 
yourselves get over-excited and you are imagining things.  Strange dreams 
and people disappearing into thin air, it's just ridiculous."

"It would be just like Great-Aunt Patricia to have secret passages all over 
this house and not bother to tell anyone. We all know about the one from the 
attic to the cupboard in the hallway.  It wouldn't really be a surprise if 
that wasn't the only one," Josephine pointed out.  "Norris knows this house 
better than anyone else."

There was a pointed silence during which Norris looked increasingly guilty.

"Look, there's nothing we can really do about this right now," Judith's 
father said eventually.  "It's after midnight.  Let's just all go to bed and 
we'll sort this out in the morning."

"That's fine for you, Rob," Uncle Jim grumbled.  "You still have a chance of 
getting some money.  We're not going to get a penny now."  He glared at his 
daughters and stomped out of the room.

"I think we should make sure our girls are safe for the rest of the night," 
Judith's mother suggested.  "Kim, you are spending the rest of the night 
with us.  Would you like to come too Pat?"

"Thanks Clare, but I'd rather keep Pat with me," Aunt Francis said quickly.  
"I'm sure you understand."

"Yes, of course.  Judith, what about you."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to get back to sleep now," Judith said.

"Why don't we all camp out in the library for the rest of the night?" 
Lucinda proposed.  "We can play cards and make fun of late night TV.  What 
do you say Andrew, Josephine?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Andrew said agreeably.

"Thanks, but I'm going to bed," Josephine replied, stomping out of the room 
in a fair imitation of her father.

"Ok, Jo.  Right, why don't, you two go find the cards and I'll head into the 
kitchen and round up some refreshments," Lucinda suggested.

"Come along, Francis," Aunt Bessie said.  "I'll help you get Pat settled."

"Before we all disappear off, what are we going to do with Norris?" Uncle 
Phil asked.  Everyone turned to look at Norris.  He was stood with his head 
hanging, guilt and embarrassment written all over him.

"Lock him in his room for now, I think," Judith's father said.

"Hm, we might want to tie him up as well," Uncle Phil added.  "If young 
Josephine is right about hidden passages, we can't be sure locking the door 
will be enough.  Come along Norris."

Judith and Andrew made their way to the library while Norris was escorted 
upstairs.  Judith wandered around the room, turning on lamps and lighting 
candles.  She suddenly felt extremely flustered.  While she was in the 
middle of the situation she had been caught up in events and hadn't thought 
about anything else.  Now though, she was actually conscious that Andrew had 
just witnessed her family exposing themselves in the most embarrassing 
manner.  Added to which, this very attractive man now knew she was still a 
virgin and she was alone with him wearing nothing but a night-shirt, a 
dressing-gown and a blush.

"So do you think we're all insane now?" she asked at last, trying to break 
the silence before it became too drawn out.

"No more than any other family," Andrew reassured her.  "That amount of 
money would make anyone a bit crazy.  Look at all those people who make 
fools of themselves on TV competing in quiz shows for far less."

"Well that's one way of looking at it," Judith said, smiling despite 
herself.

"Come and sit down," he suggested as she hovered in the centre of the room.  
"You look a bit cold, are you going to be warm enough?"

"Probably not," Judith admitted, rubbing the goosebumps on her bare arms.  
"I might run up and put some clothes on."

"I'll come with you," Andrew said.  "I'm under strict orders to stay with 
you at all times."

"OK," Judith agreed, feeling ridiculously feminine and protected.

It didn't take her long to throw some clothes on and for good measure they 
grabbed the quilt and pillows from her bed.  Given the chill of the house, 
another quilt seemed like a good idea so they stopped by Lucinda's room to 
pick up her quilt as well.

They were slightly surprised to find the door locked with the key on the 
corridor floor.  They were even more surprised when they opened the door.  
On one of the beds Aunt Francis was laid, tied up with dressing gown cords, 
a gag in her mouth and snoring loudly.  The other bed was occupied by Pat, 
also snoring but with her night-dress rumpled up and the now familiar stain 
on the bed.  Andrew tactfully went to free Aunt Francis while Judith made 
Pat decent and attempted to wake her.  Although she gave her a good shake, 
Judith was unable to rouse Pat.  Andrew had more success with Aunt Francis, 
although she was rather groggy.  When she discovered that Pat had been 
deprived of her virginity it was almost impossible to get any sense out of 
her.  As far as could be gathered, Aunt Francis had tucked Pat into bed, 
settled down herself and been dead to the world until woken by Andrew.  
Eventually Judith fetched her mother to help console Aunt Francis.

"Judith, look at this," Andrew said, beckoning her over.  Leaving her mother 
to deal with Aunt Francis' hysterics, Judith went to see what he had found. 
The bedside table next to the bed Aunt Francis had been sleeping on had been 
moved out of position.  It obviously hadn't been down carefully as Lucinda's 
flask of hot chocolate had been tipped over and its contents were dripping 
on the floor.  Andrew was on his hands and knees examining the panelling 
next to the table.  As Judith joined him he touched a knothole on the 
skirting board and the panel slid back to reveal a dark opening.

"Looks like Jo was right about there being more passages," Judith said.

"Do you think we should explore?" Andrew asked.  "There might be clues or 
something down there."  Cold, musty air was seeping out of the mysterious 
gap and it didn't look very inviting.  Andrew was obviously eager to 
investigate and Judith didn't want to behave like a feeble girl.

"Mum, we're going to see what's down here," she said, picking up a couple of 
candles and lighting them.  The electricity supply was undependable so all 
rooms were kept well stocked with candles as a precaution.

"OK, just be careful," Judith's mother replied distractedly.  "I'm going to 
get Doctor Elliot.  Hopefully he'll be able to calm Francis down, or at 
least sedate her."

With Andrew leading the way they stepped into the dark passageway.  Even 
though they shielded their candles as best they could, they still flickered 
unevenly.  It was very dark and it wasn't easy to see where they were going. 
  Andrew almost fell down the staircase but Judith managed to catch hold of 
him in time.  She felt absurdly pleased when he retained hold of her hand.  
The passageway was very narrow and as they went down the stairs it became 
lower, forcing them to walk stooped over. Judith could feel spider webs 
trailing across her face and small clouds of dust were being created by 
their feet, making it even harder to see.  She really didn't want to be 
there and she clung tightly to Andrew's hand.  Ahead of them a ray of light 
was shining in the dark, seeming unnaturally bright.  When they reached it 
they found that it outlined a panel.  After a few moments fumbling they 
found the right spot and managed to slide the panel open.  Stepping out, 
they found themselves in a corner of the dining room.

"Well there you go, one secret passage as ordered," Judith remarked as 
casually as she could.  It could only have taken them a few minutes but she 
felt as if she had been trapped in the dark passage for hours.

"I didn't spot any clues, did you," Andrew asked.

"No, but then it wasn't that easy to see much," Judith replied.

"I wonder just how many hidden passages there are," Andrew said 
thoughtfully.  "There surely can't be one to every room."

"Presumably there's not one in Kim's room or Norris would have used it," 
Judith observed.

"Good point," Andrew said.  "Convenient for whoever it is doing this that 
there was a passageway to your Aunt Francis' room."

"That wasn't Aunt Francis' room, that was Lucinda's.  I think they were 
using it because it had two beds," Judith pointed out.

"Of course.  I wonder how the villain knew that's where they would be."

"Maybe he just checked ever room until he found them," Judith suggested, 
shivering slightly from the cold.  Andrew slid the panel closed behind them 
and then turned to look at Judith.

"You've got a cobweb in your hair," he observed, reaching out his hand and 
removing it.  Judith suddenly became very aware of how close he was to her 
and that she was still clutching his hand tightly.  Having disposed of the 
cobweb, his hand smoothed over her hair then cupped her chin.  For some 
reason Judith was finding it hard to keep remembering to breathe as he 
lowered his mouth towards hers.  Just as she could feel the warmth of his 
breath against her lips, the dining room door opened and Judith's mother 
entered.

"Oh there you are. I was staring to get a bit worried.  I take it you didn't 
find anything?"

"What," Judith asked dazedly.  Andrew had stepped quickly away from her when 
her mother had arrived and Judith needed a moment to gather her composure.  
"Oh, the passage.  No Mum, there was nothing there except dust and spiders,"

"I didn't really expect you to find anything," Judith's mothers admitted.  
"Anyway, Doctor Elliot has got Francis settled and he's checked Pat over.  
I'm just looking for Lucinda to give her the bad news."

"It's OK Mum, I'll tell her," Judith offered.  "She'll be waiting for us in 
the library."

Lucinda took the fact that she would not be inheriting any money with her 
usual flippancy.  She gave a deep sigh and rolled her eyes.

"What's done, is done and there's no point crying over spilt milk, or spilt 
blood for that matter.  Come on, break out the alcohol and let's settle in 
for what's left of the night. I found some of Norris' hot chocolate in the 
kitchen so I warmed it up.  There's enough for one mug each if we water it 
down with a bit of rum."

"I can't believe what's going on around here tonight," Judith complained.  
"I don't care what Andrew says, someone around here is completely loopy."

"I thought we knew who the culprit was," Andrew said.  "I thought the butler 
did it!"  Both girls turned and glared at him.  "Sorry, that was a bit 
tasteless, wasn't it?"

"Yep," Judith confirmed.  "It was also quite funny though."

"Who do you think it is?" Andrew asked curiously.  "You must have some 
idea."

"Well it wasn't Norris this time," Lucinda pointed out.  "He's tied to his 
bed and couldn't have been in my bedroom."

"So was it someone who was working with Norris or was it someone who just 
thought Norris had had a good idea?"

"It makes no sense for Norris to have been acting on his own, Andy," Lucinda 
told him.  "He gets no money either way, which is really unfair but totally 
typical of GAP.  Here Ju, have the rest of my chocolate.  I think I fancy my 
rum neat at the moment."

"Come on then, who do you two think it is?" Andrew asked again.

"I really don't know," Judith admitted.  "I suppose it depends on if 
whoever-it-is is trying to be the only one to inherit everything, or if they 
aren't getting anything and want to make sure no one else is either."

"In the last group it's most likely Uncle Phil," Lucinda said.  "He was 
furious when that will was read out."

"Or it could be Jo," Judith proposed reluctantly.  "She was really fed up 
when she found out she was getting nothing."

"But she was with you when you discovered Lisa," Andrew objected.

"That could have been deliberate to throw off suspicion," suggested Lucinda. 
  "It was most likely Norris doing the dastardly deed.  But then that 
doesn't make sense as Jo would have wanted Lisa to inherit.  It was her only 
chance of getting any money passed onto her."

"So what about the other group, people wanting to be the only one to 
inherit?" Andrew asked.

"There's only really Judith left," Lucinda stated.

"That's true," Judith said in surprise.  "But it's not me, honest."

"You were with me the whole time so you couldn't have got to Pat," Andrew 
pointed out.  "So unless you've got another co-conspirator hidden away 
somewhere I think we can rule you out."

"There's no way it's Ju," Lucinda giggled.  "She would never come up with 
such a plan and I know she doesn't travel with a vibrator in her luggage.  
She can't even say 'masturbate' without getting all red and flustered."

As if to prove Lucinda's point, Judith felt herself blushing.  While she was 
glad they didn't suspect her she wished Lucinda hadn't made her naivety so 
obvious in front of Andrew.

"OK, who does that leave us with as suspects?" Judith asked to divert 
attention from herself.  "Someone who's still a virgin but is pretending not 
to be?"

"It could be," Lucinda agreed.  "I can't really see it being any of the kids 
though.  Apart from the difficulty of getting a vibrator, they all seemed 
genuinely dazed and confused."

"Which brings us back to Jo again, and you of course, Lucy," Judith added.

"Take my word for it, Jo is definitely not a virgin," Lucinda said firmly.

"How can you know that?"

"You remember when we were all down for Christmas last year?  I brought a 
divine man with me called Ivor."

"I remember," Judith admitted.  He had been almost as good-looking as 
Andrew.

"Well he spent all weekend in Jo's bed, and quite a few weekends since," 
Lucinda informed her.

"You're kidding!" Judith said in amazement.  "I thought he was with you."

"Of course not, silly."

"Going back to the girls, your Pat was more than dazed, we could hardly get 
her awake at all," Andrew stated.  "She looked like she had been drugged to 
me."

"You've got a point there," Judith said thoughtfully.  "It's a bit strange 
that none of them woke up while they were being interfered with.  I wonder 
if they were all drugged?"

"How would that have been achieved?" Lucinda asked sceptically.  "None of 
the parents looked at all drugged to me.  How would the villain have managed 
to just drug the kids?"

"Norris could have drugged anything," Andrew said.

"The drinking chocolate!" Judith exclaimed, looking at her mug with horror.  
"Norris made it and none of the parents would have had any.  Apart from your 
mum Lucy, she had drunk some from that flask you had in your bedroom."

"Oh my goodness!" Lucinda cried.  "You can't be serious."

"It would explain my headache," Judith groaned.  "And why I've been falling 
over so much.  You've been pouring that stuff down me all night, Lucy."

"What do you mean by that?" Lucinda asked indignantly.

"I didn't mean anything?" Judith replied, staggering to her feet.  "Why are 
you being so defensive?"

"I'm not, it's just that's the second time you've suggested I'm the baddy 
around here," Lucinda retorted, scrambling to her feet.

"I haven't, but while we're on the subject what about you?" Judith demanded. 
  "We've only got your word for it that you aren't a virgin."

"She's got a point," Andrew said with a grin.  "What about you, Lucy?  After 
all, a lesbian could still technically be a virgin."

"What?" Judith shrieked.  Andrew looked at her in surprise.

"Didn't you know?"

"No!  She can't be.  Lucy you aren't," Judith said, holding her aching head 
in her hands.  "What about all those gorgeous boyfriends you always have 
with you?"

"They're just friends," Lucinda said casually.  "I was just being helpful, 
giving my cousins a chance to meet some decent men.  It worked for Jo, and 
judging by the way you and Andy keep looking at each other my matchmaking 
has worked again."

"You brought Andrew down here to seduce me?" Judith asked in horror, backing 
away.  "I can't believe this.  It's you isn't it, Lucy?  You want all the 
money for yourself.  I never thought you were like that."

"Ju, calm down," Lucinda said in surprise.  "Of course it's not me.  How 
could you think that?  I just thought you and Andy would get on, that's 
all."

"It all makes sense now," Judith said, tears stinging her eyes.  "And I 
thought you were my friend. You're crazy."

"Hey Judith, steady down," Andrew interjected.  "I think you are jumping to 
conclusions a bit.  Maybe that drugged drinking chocolate is clouding your 
thinking.  Come and sit down."

"Oh no, you're probably her accomplice," Judith told him, tripping over a 
footstool.  "Stay away from me, both of you."  She reached the door, fumbled 
it open and ran out before anyone could stop her.  Out in the hallway, she 
headed for the stairs and stumbled up.  She managed to reach the top and 
stopped there, clutching the banister rail as the floor seemed to lurch 
under her feet.  She had no idea where to go and she was very relieved when 
she saw Aunt Bessie appear out of a bedroom.  Downstairs she could hear 
Lucinda and Andrew calling her name as they searched for her.

"Help me, Aunt Bessie," Judith pleaded.  "Don't let them find me."

"It's OK dear, you're safe with me," Bessie assured her.  "Come this way.  
We'll go down the back stairs and back into the library.  They won't look 
for us there and we can lock the door."  It seemed like a good plan to 
Judith, so they quietly crept down the back stairs as Lucinda and Andrew 
came up the main staircase.  They made it to the library without being 
discovered and Aunt Bessie locked the door and for good measure wedged a 
chair in front of it.

"Well no one's getting in here now, Judith," Aunt Bessie said with a pleased 
smile.  "Now let's get you settled.  Lie down on this sofa, dear."  Judith 
gratefully followed Aunt Bessie's suggestion, her headache pounding away 
behind her eyes.  All she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep for the 
next year.  She was just starting to drift off to sleep when she felt Aunt 
Bessie's hands on her wrists.  Judith forced her eyes open and looked up at 
her aunt in puzzlement.

"What are you doing Aunt Bessie?" she asked drowsily.

"You never were the brightest girl, were you Judith?" Aunt Bessie said with 
a pitying smile.  "I've tied your hands together, and now I'm tying them to 
the leg of the sofa."

"What?" Judith cried, struggling to sit up.  "Why are you doing that?"

"To make sure you don't struggle while I make sure you're not a virgin."

"Aunt Bessie, it was you all along?" Judith asked incredulously.  "But that 
doesn't make sense."

"What, you don't think I would like to inherit all those millions of 
pounds?"

"How can you possibly inherit?"

"Oh really Judith.  I suppose you think that just because I've been married 
for thirty-three years I couldn't possibly be a virgin.  But you see, my 
parents were so eager to marry me to the son of a Duke they didn't bother 
about the man himself.  I've been stuck with that miserable excuse for a 
husband for all this time and he's never ever shown any sexual interest in 
me.  He saves that for his little boyfriends."

"I'm so sorry Aunt Bessie," Judith said.  "Why didn't you divorce him?"

"You youngsters are so disrespectful," Aunt Bessie complained, catching hold 
of one of Judith's flailing legs and beginning to secure it.  "I'm a devout 
Catholic, I would never do such a thing.  I suffered all these years and 
Aunt Patricia promised me she would leave me her money.  But no, she had to 
change her will just to have us all jumping through hoops.  She didn't know 
I was a virgin, she thought she had left me nothing and she didn't care.  
But I am a virgin, that money is mine and there's no way I'm sharing it with 
anyone else.  Now hold still, if you struggle it's going to hurt when I push 
this vibrator inside you.  If you relax, you might even enjoy yourself.  
Norris and I tried to make sure that the others had a good time and I'll do 
as much for you."

"Aunt Bessie, please don't do this," Judith pleaded, trying to wriggle away. 
  "After all, if you've been using vibrators you won't have an intact hymen 
and so you won't inherit anything."

"Don't be disgusting, I never push them inside me," Aunt Bessie snapped.  
"Now lie still and stop making this difficult.  I wish Norris was here, he'd 
make you keep still."

Judith desperately struggled against the cords tying her hands and kicked 
her remaining free leg around as much as possible.  However much sympathy 
she felt for Aunt Bessie's situation, she still didn't approve of her 
actions and had no intention of meekly laying still.  One of her hands was 
beginning to work free but Aunt Bessie had her thigh in a tight grip and she 
was trying to position the vibrator.  Judith knew she wasn't going to get 
her hand free in time so instead she decided to try something else.  She 
gradually relaxed her leg muscles as subtly as possible.  Aunt Bessie was 
concentrating on the vibrator she was wielding and didn't realise she has 
relaxed her grip.  Judith gathered all of her remaining strength, contorted 
her body and managed to kick Aunt Bessie in the chest.  Aunt Bessie went 
flying backwards and Judith heard a sickening crunch.

Shouting at the full volume of her lungs, Judith fought to free her hands.  
She could hear voices in the hallway and soon she heard solid thumps as they 
attempted to batter the door open.  Judith managed to slip the cords off her 
wrists and sit up.

Aunt Bessie was sprawled on the rug in the centre of the library, a pool of 
blood collecting around her head and the vibrator still clutched in her 
head.  Judith ran to the door, pulled the chair away and turned the key.  
The door burst open and Judith fell on top of Andrew and Lucinda.

"There's a body in the library," Judith cried, then collapsed into their 
arms.


Judith didn't regain consciousness until the following afternoon.  By that 
time all the doctors, lawyers and policemen had visited, completed their 
business and departed.  Judith had been examined while she slept and 
confirmed as the only member of the family who qualified to inherit 
Great-Aunt Patricia's fortune.  The police had taken statements and taken 
Aunt Bessie and Norris away with them.

The first thing Judith did was apologise profusely to both Lucinda and 
Andrew.  Her second action was to ask for a lawyer so she could officially 
arrange for her inheritance to be equally divided between every member of 
the family, including Aunt Bessie.  After that, she got dressed and happily 
agreed to let Andrew drive her home, vowing never to return to Great-Aunt 
Patricia's house.

Copyright Vickie Morgan, 2000
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