Rooms upon rooms full of old newspapers and various collected objects, a closet stacked high with coffee cans and mayonnaise jars and a room with bags...and bags of old wigs. "Max you were one odd Duck!" I said to no one in particular.I spent the next few days cleaning out the spare rooms, I spent a sizable chunk of my inheritance returning some luster to the Manor and by weeks end it looked spectacular. That night I had the most vivid dream I had ever had. I was standing in a vast field of lush. The lights were on in the corridor. No one was there.Mayfield took a deep breath and slowly turned the handle, wincing, half expecting an alarm to go off at any moment. It didn't and he slowly eased the door open.Looking around one last time, Mayfield slipped through the door and gently closed it. Silence greeted him. He slowly walked down the corridor, pausing at each door to look in each room, hoping to find Mandy and her sister.The corridor dead ended into another corridor. Mayfield. I removed my tennis shoes, pulled my shorts off but left my underwear on. She laughed some and told me I was acting silly and that she was too old to do anything with a boy like me. She left the room and I quickly took my underwear off and stepped into the shower. I let the water run over my head and face and figured I had better hurry before she came back. I lathered up real quick and then heard the shower door open and there she was again, looking straight at my naked ass and she grinned and. I wore a short black fitted dress with knee high rock boots and a leather jacket. There was a knock at the door. I frowned, I wasnt expecting anyone. I place my purse on the bed and walk into the hall toward the door. I looked thought the peep hole. It was a tall man with strong arms, wearing a band t-shirt, beany and had black skinny jeans that made his legs look amazing. I knew who it was before my eyes fell to rest on his perfect blue eyes slightly hidden under his flicky dark brown hair. I.