Doug the Slug

I was lounging in my pajamas reading the latest novel by my favourite author when the doorbell rang. Cursing inwardly at the unwanted interruption I opened the door. “I have a delivery for Rachel Wright,” he informed me.

“I’m Rachel,” I responded reaching for the parcel.

“I’m supposed to wait for a response and take it back,” he said.

“Come on in and have a seat then,” I offered.

I gestured at a chair as we walked into the living room and sat myself on the sofa. Looking at the parcel with the letterhead of a well known legal firm I was a little baffled. Why would I be receiving this? Inside there was a short legal missive informing me the parcel also contained a letter from my Aunt Susan. I hadn’t seen her in years. I was asked if I could please read the letter and attend an appointment two days hence and let the courier know.

I opened the envelope and started reading.

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“Dear Rachel.

If you are reading this, I am dead. I left these instructions with my lawfirm to be forwarded to you upon my death or disappearance. It’s important that you follow through on the instructions here. I left you my property in ******* for your full usage and enjoyment. The lawfirm will give to you the deeds and the proceeds from my bank accounts. They will also give you the combination to my safe at my house. Inside the safe you will find a personal letter that covers the last few years and explains a few things. It’s vitally important that you read that letter immediately when you reach there. Please suspend your disbelief and read it through from beginning to end.

As you know from your visits, my house is a lovely place and you should have enough money from the lawyers to enjoy the rest of your life in peace and tranquility there. A lot of my local friends and I were gardeners and the place is quite beautiful. I know you enjoy gardening so it should be a wonderful fit for you. I used to run the local gardening club and we had many good times there. I hope it can be your little oasis in life too. I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend more time together in life but the distance made it difficult. I love you and want you to have the best.

Love

Aunt Susan”

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Wow, Aunt Susan dead and a mystery letter? A tear slowly traced its way down my cheek, I was devastated. Although we didn’t get much time together because of the distance she had always been a loving aunt. After her sister, my mother died, she was the only close family I had left.

Wiping my teary eyes with a tissue “I’ll be there for the appointment.”

I was sitting two days later in a plush high backed chair listening to Aunt Susan’s lawyer as he explained my new inheritance.

I had to ask “Why was I not told she had died sooner?”

“We had no idea ourselves until the local police contacted us. She had been reported missing to them a few months ago. When she hadn’t returned after some time they got a warrant to search her belongings. It was only then they found out about her legal arrangements and called us. Nobody has any idea of where she is. We don’t know whether she is actually dead. However her instructions were clear, if she died or disappeared for more than 6 months we were to immediately contact you, pass on the letter and convey her land and money over to you. Now if you’ll kindly sign on the lines where the X’s are located.”

A month later I pulled into the driveway of my new house and acreage. Aunt Susan had owned 50 acres of land with forests, meadows and streams, along with several ponds. It was completely isolated, approximately 20 miles out of town in rural country. I loved my visits here over the years, especially when I was younger and had the run of the land. It was always fascinating to me to watch nature. I could spend hours watching bees foraging for honey or the deer in the meadows grazing.

I’m a loner. A spinster at thirty-two, people and relationships sparked almost no interest in me. I was always more partial to plants and animals. They seemed so uncomplicated compared to the behaviour of my contemporaries. I seldom dated and had few friends, especially not friends I could call close. I told the few people I knew that I was moving away and wouldn’t be returning. Predictably, no one was upset and no one even suggested a going away party for me. I must admit that hurt a little, but you harvest what you reap and loneliness was my preferred companion!

I had a pretty active sex life however. LOL.

My companion of choice, Barney, never stayed out late or got drunk. Never talked back or demanded anything. Never hogged the bed covers and, batteries willing, was ready to go at the flick of a switch. All in all Barney, along with his double C’s, were a perfect adjunct to my solitary life.

I had arranged to have all the services re-connected and the house cleaned so I was pleased to see the sparkling results when I entered. The refrigerator had been replaced because the food spoiled when the power was cut off and was beyond salvaging. I brought in my suitcases and took them into the master bedroom to unpack. After a small snack I hit the sack. It had been a long, tiring drive.

Waking up the next morning I refreshed myself with a long, hot shower, then headed for the kitchen for some breakfast. Just as I was sitting down a police vehicle pulled into the driveway. A young man in uniform got out, removed a box from the back seat and came to the door. I answered it and found myself staring into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Despite my previous loner declarations my pussy moistened immediately and I felt my nipples roar. I was disconcerted, no man had affected me like this before. I was tongue tied and tripping over myself.

“You must be the police,” yeah, good one Rachel, pretty obvious!

“You must be Rachel,” he said “I’m bringing back the documents and stuff we took during the search. How are you getting along out here”

Inspiration struck me “can I offer you some breakfast and coffee?” I asked.

“I’ve had breakfast but would love a cup of coffee.”

Thus Phil, the deputy came into my life. We sat and talked for a couple of hours like old friends. I was hooked and from what I could see he was really interested in me too. Not even a day here and already things were looking up! He finally had to go although every fibre of my body wanted to whip my clothes off and drag him into the bedroom. There are times when it’s damn inconvenient not to be a slut.

One thing that he had mentioned was the police were concerned about me living out here alone, considering that they hadn’t figured out what had happened to Susan. In fact he informed me, there were many additional women missing, all members of my aunt’s gardening club. They had dragged the streams and ponds looking for a bodies but had not found a trace……

…More to come later…