The Inheritance (closed)

[Blue Dolphin]

For Angelique 127, makofin, and myself.

OOC.
Roger Digsby Trevellyan Fortescue, 42 year old English barrister, and a QC.
Known to his friends as Rog, he is six foot two, with wavy black hair, and piercing brown eyes. Roger has a reputation as a ladies man, and it is well known in London`s legal circles, that if a secretary lasts 6 months with him, then she is his submissive. One of at least three, according to the gossip.



IC
Dear Mr Johnson,

I am Roger Digsby Trevellyan Fortescue, of Fortescue, Barnes & Woodburn, Soloicitors at lkaw, in London, England.

We am the executors of your great aint Matilda`s estate, in Berkshire England.

Your aunt died about a year ago, and since that time we have been trying to locate you. You are the only person named in her will, and, as well as her capital, she left you Stoneridge Manor, and its estates, with one proviso.

You are to come to England, for a minimum of six months, and prove to me that you are capable of running the estate. If you have a wife, she is to accompany you, and run the household. I have power of attorney over the estates and her monies, until such time as I decide thier future.

Should you fail to meet your Aunts specified requirements, then the estates will be sold off, and all the monies accrued will be paid to charity.

I look forward to a speedy response

Yours sincerely

R D T Fortescue QC.

 

[makofin]

Brad Thomas Johnson, unemployed at the time, six foot tall, 210 pounds, 31 yrs old, black hair and brown eyes. Married for seven years, faithful throughout, but lately his wife was becoming more of a bitch. They argued alot, mostly about their finances and their sex life was suffering.



I read the letter twice.

Believe me, I never expected the old bird to include us in her will when she croaked, even if I was her only living relative. I hadn't seen her in over twenty years, since childhood, but each Christmas my aunt had faithfully sent a card and a small gift. Once or twice she had sent pictures of the place and it was impressive, to say the least, not to mention being worth millions of dollars.

Damn, and this news couldn't have come at a better time. I had recently lost my job, and my marriage was a bit strained. If it wasn't for my wife's small trust fund, which was almost gone, we would most likely be homeless. Or divorced. This was undoubtly the chance of a lifetime ! I mean, how hard could it be to run the place for six months ? The only problem would be my wife, she wouldn't like leaving South Carolina, and her family, but I hoped the large amount of money we were talking about, would help to convince her. Plus, it would be great to get away from her overbearing father for awhile, and prove that I was capable of supporting his daughter in the lifestyle she was accustomed too.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Dear Mr Johnson,

Woth reference to my letter of the 15th August 2006.
You have one calendar month in which to reply.

Failure to do so wil result in your aunts Bank account, currently standing at £6.534,212,and 79 pence, being donated to the Cat protection League, and the estates, current market value approx.£17,00,000 being sold, and the profits going to the same said charity.

Should your answer be in the affirmative, your flights, Club Class of course, will be paid for by the estate.
During the six month probationary period, you, and your wife, if you have one, will receive salries. They will be at the rate of £5000 per calendar month, approximately $9,000 at the current exchange rate I believe.

Sir, I urge you to respond immediately, remembering that it takes 7 days for mail to arrive here from the United States.
Regards

Roger Digsby Trevellyan Fortescue

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle Renee' Johnson

a gorgeous southern belle, born and bred, thirty years of age, leggy, spoiled, classy, long brown hair, believes flirting is an art...dissappointed with her marriage, wishes hubby was more aggressive, and considers their sex life rather boring...ready for some excitement in her life !


Brad showed me this letter he received in the mail, and I have to admit, at first, I was a little skeptical. It sounded too good to be true. I did recall him speaking of a distant aunt over in England, but never imagined that she would go off and die, and leave my hubby an estate, along with millions of dollars. England, however, was so far away, although I had always dreamed of going there, I didn't know if I was ready to leave daddy, when he wasn't in the best of health. Unfortunately, to make a long story short, dear daddy wasn't very fond of Bradley, and never had been, so when he passed, bless his heart, most of his inheritance would go to my older brother, Carl. Even so, I loved my father and was not too bitter, he had warned me that I was making a mistake by marrying Brad, and that he would never amount to anything.

Lately, I was starting to think that perhaps my daddy was correct... Brad had no motivation, and seemed to lack confidence. He didn't want to make love, and when he did, it was wham, bam, thank you ma'am ! Roll over and go to sleep, while I lie beside him, frustrated, listening to him snore loudly.

Still, I loved Bradley... and was willing to try to make our marriage work, even if it meant leaving my family for six months. My husband was about to become a millionare in his own right, the good ol' fashioned, traditional way !

Inheritance.

The letters demanded an immediate response, and within hours our answer was in the mail. We accepted, of course...

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Dear Mr & Mrs Johnson,

I thank you for the speedy response, and your acceptance of the terms and conditions of your late aunt`s will.

You are booked onto flight number BA557, with British Airways, Club Class of course. The flight leaves Ralegh/Durham, at 8am your time, a week on Thursday, the 19th of the month.
Your tickets will be at the BA desk, just provide proof of identity, which you also need here in England, to claim your inheritance by the way.

When you land at Heathrow, you wil be met by immigration, I have pulled a few strings to ease your passage through there, and your luggage wil be brought to you.

Once you have cleared everything, the family chauffeur will be waiting for you on the concourse, holding up a placard with your names on it. He will bring you to the estate in your late aunt`s Rolls Royce.
I estimate your arrival time to be 9PM London time, remember we are 5 hours ahead of you. Cook will have some dinner prepared for you.

I of course will be there to meet you, and discuss things concerning the estates over dinner.

May I wish you Bon Voyage, and good luck.
Regards

R D T Fortescue QC.

 

[makofin]

The day was a nightmare. We arrived at the airport, with only fifteen minutes to spare, because my wife had to look presentable. Needless to say she couldn't even go to the mailbox without putting on make-up. We got caught in a line going through security, but luckily our flight was delayed, and we managed to board. I ordered two little bottles of vodka and orange juice, and fixed myself a screwdriver, before the plane even taxied down the runway. I would have preferred a bloodymary but the airline didn't carry tomato juice anymore.

" Cheap bastards. " I grumbled.

I knew that Belle didn't approve of my drinking so early, but I needed to relax. It seemed that we had put our whole life on hold, sold our cars and put the house up on the market. Everything we owned was stuffed into the suitcases under the plane. If this deal didn't work out, we were in trouble, but how hard could it be to simply run an estate for six months ? It almost seemed to easy, but I hoped nothing would go wrong during that time.

We settled in for a long flight. I held Belle's hand during takeoff. About an hour into the trip she feel asleep, with her head on my shoulder. She looked so beautiful, and it took all of my willpower not to slip my hand up under her dress. She was wearing black silk seamed stocking, and heels, which drove me wild. That was one thing about my wife, she always dressed like a lady !

 

[angelique127]

London, England

I hoped that we had made the correct choice, leaving my family and friends back in Carolina had been difficult for me.

It was raining when the plane finally landed, at the airport, and I didn't have an umbrella. Thankfully, we were rushed through customs without any problems, and our luggage was waiting for us. I told Bradley to go fetch the limo, while I waited inside, because I didn't want my hair to get wet. I was wearing a hat, but it afforded little protection against the dampness. Before long, a strange older gentlemen approached and introduced himself, in a funny accent, as the chauffeur who would be taking us to the estate. As I stepped out onto the curb, Mr. Giles opened a umbrella, and held it politely over me.

" Thank you, kind sir. " I said gratefully. He opened the rear door of the Rolls and I climbed in next to my husband. " I do declare, sweetheart, we are being treated like royalty. "

Mr. Giles hurriedly put our many bags into the trunk, and then jumped into the driver's seat, putting the classic car in gear. He didn't say much at first, concentrating on the wet road, but as we drove out into the suburbs, he seemed to relax, glancing in the rearview mirror alot.

" May I be the first to welcome you both to London. Don't mind me cockney accent, I've had it all me life, you know. Now me and the wife, she is the cook, by the way, been working for Matilda going on thirty years or more, until she departed for the everafter, God bless 'er soul. I must say, the woman was a saint, kind and generous, with a heart of gold ! "

" We were all sorry to hear that she passed away so suddenlike." I mentioned.

" Forgive me ma'am, but you sound just like Scarlett O' Hara, in Gone With the Wind. That be me wife's favorite film, it is. "

" And you, sir, sound like Mel Gibson in Braveheart. " I laughed.

" I wish I looked like Mel Gibson instead, Mrs. Johnson. The ladies go crazy over the fella. "

" Mmmmm...he is quite a handsome devil ! " I agreed.

On and on, he chatted, filling us in on the details and history of Stoneridge Manor. Upon arrival at our destination, since it was raining, foggy and dark, we couldn't really get a good look at thevast, sprawling estate and stables...that would have to wait until tommorrow.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I stood at the landing window, watching as the light came on under the portico, and the Rolls stopped outside. I wanted to look at the Johnson`s, before meeting them at the entrance.

He was a typically nondescript ,man in his early thirties, but she, Mrs Johnson, now she was something special. She was obviously unused to exiting a Rolls, coming out backwards, and giving me a tantalising glimpse of her stocking tops, as her skirt rode up her thighs. There is nothing finer than the feel of a stocking clad leg, as one`s hand approaches the heat of an aroused pussy.

This I had learned as a young boy, my first experience being with an older woman, who taught me many things. I looked once more at Mrs Johnson, with renewed interest now, before descending the stairs to meet them in person.
Opening the heavy oak door, I welcomed them both.

"Ah Mr and Mrs Johnson, welcome to Stoneridge Manor, I hope that the trip was not too tiring for you both. Come, please, to the lounge. Oh, and by the way, please call me Roger, or just Rog if you like."

I bade them sit on the Chesterfield, while I leaned against the fireplace.

"I have to say, that I am delighted that you both decided to come to England, filling the last wishes of your Aunt Matilda Mr Johnson.
She did appreciate that such a move might necessitate a great upheaval for you in the United States. For that reason, she requested that I save the following information until your arrival here.
Tomorrow morning, we three shall got o the bank in town, to sign papers, left by your aunt. They relate to the opening of a bank account for each of you, a sort of reimbursement for your expenses in actually coming here. Whatever happens in the next six months, the bank accounts are yours, as is the money deposited.
£20,000 each is the sum. I am sure you understand why I could not divulge this to you previously."

I smiled at the shock that both of their faces now displayed.

Cook will be here shortly to take you to dinner, and later Giles will show you to your room, Your luggage is already there I believe. I have the Master bedroom, another of your aunts instructions, until matters are resolved here. You have the room opposite. Although I might add, both rooms have the original 17 Century four poster beds, with modern mattreses of course.
And now I will bid you goodnight, and see you for breakfast, at 7.30am sharp."

I smiled at them both, and looked Mrs Johnson directly in the eye, she had an air about her, that I had picked up on immediately. This was one sexy woman, with whom I had no doubt, I would soon form a liason. And her husband? A weak man in my eyes, and easily decieved maybe.

 

[angelique127]

the introduction...

We were standing in a marbled foyer, and I was admiring an old antique grandfather clock, when I heard a voice say, " Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, welcome to Stonebridge Manor..."

I turned suddenly, and saw a very tall gentleman descending the staircase.

"... I hope that the trip was not to tiring for you both. Come, please, to the lounge. Oh, by the way, please call me Roger, or just Rog if you like. "

Up close, I could see that Roger was an extremely attractive man, and quite charming...my husband took my arm and we followed him into the lounge, where a comforting fire was burning in a stone fireplace. I sat in a chair, crossing my legs, ladylike, holding my hat. I listened, in a daze, as Roger explained the current situation, growing more excited by the moment, at the prospect of having 20,000 pounds in an account ...Bradley had almost wiped out my trust fund...this was like a dream come true !

" And now I bid you goodnight, and will see you for breakfast, at 7:30 sharp." Roger finished, and smiled. Our eyes met...and a voice inside my head warned me to be very careful around this man ! Not only was he handsome, but their was something about him...an air of confidence, which could be very dangerous, if you will.

I really wasn't hungary, more tired than anything else, but I ate most of the delicous meal that had been prepared for us. Brad was silent throughout, he looked worried about something. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait until tomorrow to go shopping for some new clothes and such, with all of our newfound wealth !

" Darling, is something wrong ? " I asked.

Brad didn't answer, but wped his mouth with a napkin.

" Oh Bradley, look around us, can you believe that in six month's all of this we be our's ? "

 

[angelique127]

a picture of the new lady of Stonebridge Manor, Mrs. Isabelle Renee' Johnson

{ will post soon when able....}

 

[makofin]

Brad Johnson

'' Oh Bradley, look around us, can you believe that in six month's all of this will be ours ? '' my wife asked.

" From what I've seen so far, this place is impressive. " I agreed, although something was bothering me. Maybe it was that ladies man of a lawyer who looked at Isabelle like he wanted to devour every inch of her. Otherwise, the estate and the salary we were to receive, was more than I expected.

I better watch this guy around my wife though, I told myself, not trusting him.

" Well, honey, I'm exhausted. Are you ready to retire ? "

Belle nodded, and arm in arm, we went upstairs, following Giles. He showed us to our quarters, turning down the sheets to the four poster bed. My wife seemed elated by antiques and what have you, but I wondered why the lawyer, Roger, was sleeping in the master bedroom. Shouldn't that be our room ? After all, Matilda was my aunt, not his. As far as I was concerned, he was a guest, and not a member of the family, deserving specail treatment.

I decided their was nothing I could do about it now, and besides, it might be wise to stay on his good side, at least for six months. I got undressed down to my underwear and climbed into bed. Isabelle was in the bathroom, getting changed. I closed my eyes and drifted off.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Roger at breakfast

It was just after 7:15 when I entered the breakfast room.
Cook, Mrs Winter, a plump cheery woman in her mid fifties, was already there, setting out the cutlery. I liked Mrs Winter very much, she was one of those people, who, no matter how bad things were, could always put a smile on your face. She said that she had met the Johnson,`s and that they seemed nice, and that she was looking forward to having a Master and a Mistress in residence again.

After a little more small talk, I heard the Jihnson`s approaching, and turned to meet them.

Good morning to you both, and a lovely morning it is too, the forecast is good I hear. Just tell cook what you want, and she will see to it straight away.
I hope you both slept well, and are ready for Mrs Winter`s world famous breakfast."

I smiled at cook, before continuing.

"After we have eaten, I shall tell you a little more about the estate, and what I see as happening in the immediate future."

I made a point of pulling a chair out for Mrs Johnson to sit down on, one that was exactly opposite from where I would sit.

 

[angelique127]

He certainly has proper manners... I thought, as Roger seated me at the table.

Roger sat down across from me. His brown eyes met mine, and for some reason, I blushed and lowered my eyelashes. Throughout breakfast, Roger continued to shower me with attention, and I couldn't help but feel flattered. Once or twice, I swear, I even saw him staring boldly at my cleavage. It was like he was completely ignoring Bradley, and when I glanced at my hubby, he did not appear too pleased !

Finished with our wonderful breakfast, I asked, " Mr. Fortescue, I have been dying to see the estate. Would you mind showing us around ? "

Roger stood, and swiftly walked over to assist me, taking my arm...

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Of course you shall see the estate Isabella, and you also Brad, plans are already in place my friends. And please Isabella, be less formal, my name ir Roger, we dont need formalities now then do we."

I smiled at her, and then Brad, before leading her by the arm, out to the stables.
Giles was waiting, with the horse and carriage, which two sets of two seats opposite each other. Giles helped Isabella aboard, allowing me a good glimpse of the lovely long legs. I followed Brad, and sat next to him, opposite his wife.

There was a dual purpose to my sitting where I did, firstly to reassure Brad, by sitting next to him, and not Isabella. And secondly to allow me to look at her, and smile. I knew that sometime during the journey, she would cross her legs, or even just move them. That was when I intended to smile, while licking my lips. I sensed that all was not well between them, feeling that he was probably a drinking man, and not fulfilling his marital obligations to this sexy woman.

I turned to look at Brad, speaking to him.

"As you may have gathered already Brad, the estate is large. This tour will take the best part of the morning, and we shall lunch at the Stonebridge Arms, the pub on the far side iof the estate, owned by you as well by the way.
On our way there we will visit the two farms, and the packaging plant. One farm is for produce, fruit and vegetables, which we package ourselves, and sell to a chain store. The other one is a dairy farm, whose products also go to the packaging plant.
All three units have a profit target of 7% per annum. The dairy farm and the plant borh currently exceed this figure. But the produce is failing by some three quarters of a per cent. I think that I know why, the manager is probably selling stock to another packaging company, or a market trader.
Your task Brad is to spend the next fortnight working there. You will discover the reason for the shortfall, fire whoever is responsible, and replace them."

Turning back to look at Isabella, I smiled, letting my eyes lower a little to her ample bosom, before instructing Giles to drive on.

"And now e go, enjoy the view,a nd the sunshine, it will take 30 minutes to reach the dairy farm."

I ,oved my leg a lttle, letting rest against Isabella`s, while smiling pleasantly at her.