She still had her earphones plugged in while she smiled at Tony mischievously. She could see him moving his mouth so she jerked her earphones off and asked him, “What did you say?”. Tony looked embarrassed and she smiled even more as she saw his neck turn red.
“I said I found your note in the pocket of my jacket. Why did you want to see me?” he repeated and kept standing at the door. Alice ran her eyes all over him, the blue casual T-shirt he was wearing stretched across his chest while he stood with his hands dug deep into the pocket of his jeans. He hadn’t seemed to have shaved that day and she could see his chin peppered with dots of a greying beard.
“Where’s my mother?” Alice asked him as she lifted herself up and leaned up against her fluffed up pillow.
“She’s still sleeping” Tony said and looked away from her embarrassed.
“Come on in, Tony. I won’t bite” she said with a giggle and patted the space next to her on the bed.
Tony seemed to hesitate, he was clearly thinking about what she said, a mile per minute. Alice continued to smile at him and he finally took a few steps into the door. She patted the bed again, but he just leaned against her dresser instead.
“Why don’t you shut the door?” Alice asked him and she slowly spread her legs. She didn’t miss how his eyes went directly to the space between her legs, covered now by her tiny denim shorts. But he was quick to look away from her and out of the window.
“I think the door being open is just fine” he said gruffly, while his neck continued to turn red.
“I think you’d want the door closed, Tony” Alice said with a smile, she could see that he had detected the sound of menace in her voice.
He hung his head down and hesitatingly shut the door, careful to not let it bang. He took the few steps back to his original position by her dresser and remained standing. Alice crossed her arms across her chest and continued to smile at him.
“So as you know, I’m off to college day after tomorrow” she began and Tony looked at her finally, but still tried to avert his gaze. She could smell his cotton freshness again and she could feel Goosebumps forming on her flesh.
“Which I am excited about” she continued, “and I was wondering how happy you are to see me go”.
Tony looked into her eyes finally but his usual grin was still missing, “I am happy for you Alice. Of course I am” he said quietly.
“No, I meant, are you happy to see me go?” she asked and she slowly got off the bed and started moving towards him. He looked visibly uncomfortable with her movements and he started to run his hands through his hair.
“I think it would be for the best” he finally said, when she came to a halt a few inches away from him. She still had her arms crossed across her chest and she slowly let them drop. Tony’s eyes went directly to the curves of her breast stretched against the thin material of her top. She could feel that her nipples were erect and that he could see them.
“I strongly” he began again and he was fumbling with his words, “I strongly believe that it would be for the best”.
Alice breathed out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders, “So you think that if I went away to college, you wouldn’t have to give me the orgasm that you owe me?” she asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow. She could see his eyes widen and a chuckle escaped her lips.
“Alice. This has to stop. Stop talking about it” he said gruffly and a look of panic had creeped into his face.
“I can’t stop talking about it, Tony” she said and inched even closer towards him.
“Please stop Alice. It’s over. It was a mistake” he said and inched away from her, his back now pressed against the wood of her dresser.
“Maybe it was, but you have to admit that it was amazing” she said, slurring her words. She stood up on her toes and pecked him on his lips again. Tony turned his face away and squeezed past her to the centre of the room.
“Yes it was. But I’m your stepfather, Alice. Which means that it cannot happen again” he said, he was trying very hard to not raise his voice. “Never again” he added.
“Sure” Alice said and turned away from him, playing with one of her earrings that were lying on the top of the dresser.
“It won’t happen again” she added and she knew he was breathing out a sigh of relief.
“Good” he said and started to make his way past her towards the door of the room.
“There is one more thing though” Alice interrupted him just as he was about to turn the door knob. He didn’t turn around to look at her.
“Which is why I invited you to join me in my bedroom” she continued and walked over to him. She stood up on her toes again and leaned into his right ear from behind.
“I’m pregnant” she whispered into his ears and took a few steps back. Tony didn’t move or say a word for a few seconds till he turned around slowly to face her.
She could see the look of shock and terror in his eyes as he looked at her. Alice threw her head back and laughed loudly.
Story 41
“It’s 1901, Miss Cavanaugh.” Garfield Lineman told her from across his desk. “A brand new year and a brand new century.”
“So it is, Mister Lineman.” Serena replied, staring at the thick wad of papers the lawyer held in his chubby hands. It was a surprise for her, to get that call at her workplace from this lawyer. She had no idea that anyone would know where she worked, but lawyers had their ways of finding things out, didn’t they?
“And what could be better to begin the new century with a nice fat inheritance.” The portly man grinned and spread out the several letters before her.
“I had no idea my aunt had property.” She told the lawyer. “And even less that she would bequeath it all to me.”
“Did you know her well, Miss Cavanaugh?” Lineman rubbed his round chin and stared at the letters on his desk.
“Hardly.” Serena suppressed a laugh. “I have never seen her and was vaguely made aware of old Aunt Bianca from stories mother told me when I was a child. She said my aunt was an eccentric woman and that she lived very far away, all by herself. That’s all I know of her.”
“Hm, and what is it that you do, Miss Cavanaugh?” The man peered intently at one sheet of paper after the next.
“I’m studying to be in theatre, Mister Lineman.” She said with a sigh. “But in the meantime I barely make enough from my part time job as a steno for a newspaper editor to stay alive.”
“Do you have any intimate man friends, or a fiancé?” He shuffled through more of the papers and kept peering at them intently.
She let out a laugh this time. “No, sir, I do not. I’m not the type who would hunt for a man of means and settle into an advantageous marriage.”
“Don’t mean to pry, miss...” The thickset man held up a hand in apology. “One of the conditions on this will require you to be unencumbered, that’s all.”
“Yes, I have no encumbrances what so ever, Mister Lineman.” She replied with a shrug. Was it such a bad thing to have no one or nothing in the world that could mean something? What kind of a life did she live to not have any kind of encumbrance to keep her motivated.
“Good.” The fat man looked up at her and grinned. “Cause the fine lady wished that her property and personnel be taken good care of at all times.”
“Did she leave it all to me,” Serena sat upright. If there were such clauses, her inheritance might actually be of some value. “…or are there others I should know of… who might come to fight me over it.”
“No, Miss Cavanaugh.” Lineman told her with confidence. “You are the only one on the Lady Morganton’s will. And she is very specific about her requirements, or else the property goes to her caretaker, a certain Mister Dumas, and three others who work under him.”
“Do they know of this?” She felt anxious all of a sudden. “I mean, I don’t want them to have any ideas, you know, about bumping me off to get all of it.”
“No, they don’t know any of this. As the Lady Morganton’s leg
al representative, only I have access to officially authorized matters on the estate.” The lawyer said with an air of importance. “How old are you, Miss Cavanaugh?”
“Twenty… three.” She replied, eyeing him warily. “Is that old enough?”
He laughed and made his fat jowls wobble. “Yes, indeed.” He said. “Eighteen and above is the legal age for any inheritance.”
“And where is this… this inheritance?” She stared hard at the scrawled writing on the letters. “This Morganton Estate?”
“Up in north country, mostly farmland and hills, a measured five acres of it.” Lineman replied and brandished a pen out at her. “Sign here, here and here, please. And then here.”
She took the pen and signed each of the documents he laid out before her and Serena finally claimed her inheritance. Lineman smiled broadly and gathered up all the paperwork, then handed her some of them to prove her status as the new owner of the property.
“What else should I know of this place?” She asked him as she stuffed the papers into her satchel.
“A very remote region up north with few hardy mountain folk living there, in little settlements.” The lawyer told her. “Life it tough out there.”
“Hardly a place for a soft natured city gal to venture out into, don’t you think?” She gave him a questioning look.
“Well, you can always sell it to some locals for a tidy sum.” Lineman stood up and pushed his chair away. She took that as a signal for her to be on her way.
“I see, but I would like to see the place for myself before that.” She stood up and stepped away from the desk.
“Yes, that would be sensible. It’s only a night’s ride away.” He nodded and gently took her elbow. “And whatever you decide, my services are always available to you, Miss Cavanaugh.”
“Yes, thank you very much, Mister Lineman.” She smiled and let him escort her to the door.
“Have a nice day now.” His fat face beamed as he showed her out and shut the door after her.
Serena walked briskly out of the building with mixed feelings of excitement and foreboding alternating in her mind. She was nearly penniless an hour ago, and now she was the owner of a sizeable amount of land in the harsh North Country. She had to go there and see for herself what it was worth and how much she would get if she decided to sell it. She could pay for better acting classes with the money, probably rent a decent apartment and buy some of the fashionable new clothes that suited this new century. Yes, she would do all that, but first she had to get there and she needed the money to hire a carriage for the long ride into the country.
She reached into her cleavage and fished out the gilded pendant her mother had left her. Tears brimmed in her large grey eyes thinking about her mother. Six years now since she passed, and every time she held the pendant, Serena missed her mother terribly. Steeling herself, she walked into the pawn shop next to the attorneys’ building. She should get enough to hire a ride to her inheritance. Then she would sell the place, get back to the city, get the pendant back and live out her dreams.
Serena walked out of the pawn shop with enough money to hire a carriage to the countryside and also buy a new dress, well, it was in fashion five years ago, but it was still new. And she could also buy a nice hearty meal before the eight hour journey.
After her dinner of roast duck, fresh bread and a peach pie, Serena boarded the little carriage. No one else was headed that way, so she had the entire space the two seats offered all to herself. She relaxed; it was a long ride and would take all of the night. It would be dawn before she arrived at the Morganton Estate. The gentle rolling motion of the carriage had her nodding off soon enough, and her head was filled with dreams of live performances before an elite audience at the Sunday matinee.
When she woke up, the carriage had stopped and the pale light of a new dawn bathed the view of the sparse countryside from the small dirty window. She took a deep breath, relishing the freshness of the air. Something she could never get from the congested atmosphere of her life in the city. The driver opened the door and helped her out.
Stepping out of the carriage, Serena noticed the two storied stone house that dominated the view. She stifled a gasp; this charming old world villa was hers. A large man in a bearskin coat spoke to the driver and unloaded her trunk from the back of the carriage. He handed the trunk to another man standing beside him and waved at him to carry it into the house. The carriage turned to leave and the large man walked up to where she was standing.
“Welcome to the Morganton Estate, Lady Morganton.” He bowed low and held out a large, callused hand. “I am Dumas and I have made every arrangement for your stay here to be one of comfort and safety.”
“Why thank you, my good man.” Serena smiled and took his hand, noticing the roughness of his calloused palm. It felt good to the touch. “And my name is Cavanaugh, Serena Cavanaugh. But you can call me Serena; I care not so much for lofty titles for I am just as you… an honest person who works for a living.”
Dumas smiled appreciatively and bowed again. “Glad to know that, Milady… uh, Serena.” He grinned. “Come, we have prepared a fine repast to refresh you from your tiring journey. And after that I will take you around your property.”
She smiled at the large man. He looked positively huge in his bearskin coat, almost like a bear. His face wasn’t what she would consider handsome. It was quite large and square, with a strong jaw and small eyes over a thick nose. A well trimmed mustache covered his upper lip, and a dark lion cut mane fell around his face. He looked like one of the southern folk from a warmer clime as opposed to his current location of the chilly north.
“How long have you been the caretaker here, Dumas?” She asked the man as he led her up the wide stone steps leading to the front door.
“Ah, one forgets.” He said with a wide grin. “My father was caretaker before me, and I was born here. I learnt everything from him. After he passed, I took over as caretaker... more than fifteen years ago, I have to say.”
“That’s a long time for sure.” Serena nodded, she liked the man. He seemed very warm and sincere. “So you knew my aunt quite well. What was she like?”
“The Lady Bianca Morganton.” Dumas replied with veneration. “Ah, but she was a fine, fine woman. Most divine and generous. It was an evil day when she left us, an evil day indeed. But she is with the gods now, and blessed.”
She noticed him quickly wipe away a tear and decided to not ask anything further about her aunt. The front door opened inward and she stepped inside the large villa. It was quite cozy inside with a carpeted floor and vintage looking furnishing. Decorative curtains and large framed paintings hung on the high walls. A fireplace filled the hall with warmth and light, and overhead chandeliers had lamps lit in them. Everything looked like right out of a fairy tale and Serena wondered how this place could be maintained because the landscape outside was barren and dead. What was this estate running on?
She didn’t think it prudent to ask Dumas everything right away and focused her attention on the rest of the staff. The two young men and one young woman wearing the customary uniform of the help stood in line before her. They bowed their heads low as she paused before them.
“This is Henry.” Dumas gestured at the taller of the two men. “He looks after the estate gardens. And this is Jonah; he works in the stables and dairy.”
She smiled at them and turned toward the young woman.
“This pretty lass is Mila, she takes care of everything in the house.” Dumas said of the blushing brunette before her.
“I am pleased to meet you all.” Serena beamed at each of them.
“We are honored, milady.” Henry bowed and held out a little bouquet of fresh roses. “Welcome to your new home.”
“Thank you all.” Serena smiled. “I look forward to knowing each of you personally, in time.”
“And this, milady...” Dumas gestured at a rather large woman walking out of the kitchen, “is Helga, our cook and she has laid a fine table to
welcome you this morning.”
“Oh, thank you, Helga.” Serena smiled at the plump woman and scanned the large table laid with food before her.
Everything on the table looked fresh and delicious and for a moment Serena felt like this was where she belonged. But she was a city gal. The countryside, despite its freshness was still a desolate and depressing place. Life looked very stagnant there in the estate and after taking a tour of the property, she would sit with Dumas and weigh in the assets of the place and work out a proposal of sale for the estate.
She sat at the table and enjoyed what could be the best meal she had since her childhood. Yes, city life was hard, and she could get used to this kind of affluence, but there was nothing for her here and she had to get back to the city, hopefully with a few trunks full of money.
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