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Subject: {ASSM} "Inheritance" (NoSex)
Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 19:10:04 -0400
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The Ghost at Adler Manor

Copyright 2001 By Aphrodite

Any and all free use, swapping, trading, archiving, giving it to your 
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This document contains Adult Material. 
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The Ghost at Adler Manor 
By Aphrodite
Aphrodite_Goddess1@hotmail.com

Chapter One

Miranda Adler was laying in bed when she heard the knock at the door. 
She glanced at the clock. It read 7:07. "Who the heck could that be," she 
mumbled out loud.

"Hold on, I'm coming," she yelled as she reached for her robe. 

The knocking grew louder the closer she moved to the door.
"Who is it?" she yelled, afraid to open the door this early in the morning.

"Ms. Adler, my name is Rupert Weinstein. I have some very good news 
for you. If you would open the door we can discuss it." 

She peered through the peephole in the door. She saw a short man, about 
5' 3" in height, Grey hair slightly balding, wearing a 3-piece suit. 'Ah, but 
this could be a trick,' she thought to herself.

Miranda was a meek girl, standing all of 4'11" and weighing no more 
than 95lbs. She had straight auburn hair which she kept cut in a bob, the 
length of which touched her shoulders and accented her Green eyes. Her 
face, although pretty, showed signs of a hard life. Her mother had died 
when she was three from an accidental overdose of medication. Her 
father did his best to raise the little girl alone, until his eventual death to a 
plane crash on her 7th birthday. Since then she was tossed in and out of 
foster homes, often being abused both physically and sexually by the 
people she was supposed to trust to care for her. Her experiences 
throughout this time left her with a distrust of most people, especially 
men.  

"Show me some identification!" she demanded

Mr. Weinstein reached for his wallet and withdrew both his license and a 
business card. The business card read as follows:

Rupert Weinstein
Solicitor
Catering to the Elite

The High Street
Virginia Water
Surrey, UK


With all his identification seemingly in order, Miranda 
reluctantly undid the chain lock and opened the door. 

"May I come in Ms. Adler? I am sure you will be very pleased 
with what I have to tell you." 

She held the door open and handed him back his identification 
while motioning him toward the living room. 

"You will have to forgive my apprehension Mr. Weinstein. This 
is not a very good neighborhood you see, and at this early hour a girl has 
to be careful."

"Understood Ms. Adler."

"Please, call me Miranda. No one calls me Ms. Adler"

"Of course Miranda. Now what I have to tell you."

"I am sorry Mr. Weinstein. I have not had my coffee yet and my brain 
doesn't function properly without that first sip." She smiled, and started 
to head to the kitchen turning briefly. "Can I get you a cup?"

"That would be wonderful, thank you!"

A few short moments later she returned, placed two cups of coffee on the 
table, and sat in the chair directly opposite the couch occupied by Mr. 
Weinstein. 

"I am sorry. Now, what were you saying?" She lifted the cup to her lips 
and took a few small sips as to not burn her mouth.

"Well Ms. Adler." Miranda looked at him with an 'I told you not to call 
me that' face. "I mean Miranda," he corrected himself. 

He reached for some paperwork he had removed from his briefcase while 
waiting for her to return with the coffee.  "What I have here is some 
paperwork in need of your signature" He handed her the stack of papers.

"What is this all for, Mr. Weinstein?" She asked while flipping through 
the ten or so pages of legal documentation.

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, didn't I! Well, Ms. Adler, our records 
indicate that you are the only surviving relative to Mr. Horace 
Adler. Mr. Adler was your father's cousin. He and his wife of 50 years 
were killed last month in a car crash. God rest their souls. 
My office has handled the Adler affairs for the past 30 years. They had 
no children. According to the Last Will and Testament, Mr. Adler, since 
there was no immediate family to leave his estate to and he didn't want 
the estate to go to the county, he therefore made arrangements with my 
office that upon his and his wife's deaths, we would hire a private 
detective to find the closest living relative to his bloodline. That has lead 
our search to you Miranda." He reached down and took a sip of his 
coffee, which had been getting cold.

"Oh my, I was not even aware that daddy had a cousin in England. 
This is just so much to take in. Please tell me what is all this paperwork, 
and what is it that this estate consists of?"

"Well Miranda. The stipulation of the Will is this: Whom ever is deemed 
the rightful heir to the Adler estate must move into and spend at least one 
week in the Adler Manor in England. If they survive the week, they will 
inherit the entire estate, the contents of which will be revealed at that 
time."

"I assume you mean by survive that I remain in the Manor without 
leaving?" she said with a nervous tremor in her voice.

"Well the Will does not go into details, but yes I would also take it that 
way. If, however, you do not survive the week, the Estate will be put up 
for public auction, unless there is another relative that can be found." 
Reluctantly she signed all the paperwork and handed it back to him.

"Now Miranda, here is your plane ticket. Your flight leaves today at 3 
pm. All arrangements have been made for your safe arrival at the 
Manor." He handed her the ticket and stood extending his hand to shake 
hers.

"That is such short notice! I have work and..," she was clambering for 
words.

"All the arrangements have been taken care of, Miranda. I took the 
liberty of contacting your employers and explaining the situation to him. 
You are being given an immediate leave of absence with no 
repercussions to you. If you decide not to stay in England you may return 
and your job will be waiting for you. However, I will hint to the fact that 
should you fulfill the term of the Will, you will no longer be in a position 
of needing to work." He was grinning from ear to ear. It was an evil kind 
of grin that left Miranda with the feeling that he knew more than he was 
letting on to.

"Will it be okay if I brought a friend along?" she asked.

"There is nothing here that says you can't. I will make arrangements for 
an extra ticket to be waiting for you at the airport terminal. 
Good luck Miranda. I will meet you at your hotel in the morning and we 
will go over to the Manor together." He reached out and took her hand. 
"Have a nice flight, my dear," he said as he bent down and kissed the 
back of her hand, then turned and walked out the door.


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