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    More Unsworth Manor Nudes

    By P.Z. Walker

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    Unsworth Manor has been abandoned.

    A war has left its ugly scars everywhere across Europe, many people are picking up the pieces and rebuild their lives.

    What will happen to the Manor?

    And who is Avery Montague? Follow the experiences of this wartime airplane pilot, who wants to settle down in England and make the best of life, and how he discovers the past of the building in "More Unsworth Manor Nudes".

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    PublisherP.Z. Walker
    Release dateDec 8, 2018
    ISBN9780463717417
    More Unsworth Manor Nudes
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      More Unsworth Manor Nudes - P.Z. Walker

      1 - The building

      Good grief, this looks like you've made a mistake. Or worse. Avery B. Montague looked at the facade of the large building. He fumbled with his monocle; a tiny gadget he didn't need but that was meant to give him a more distinguished look.

      Come on, Monty, you asked for something affordable. You can't complain about the price. Ben Lawler, real estate agent for special objects, suppressed a sigh. His client had looked at several interesting locations already, but each time there had been something wrong with it.

      It is not the price, dear fellow. Monty, who hated that nickname, turned to his friend. It's the state of it. Or should I say, the lack of it? I dare not even sneeze in its direction out of fear it will crash down on us.

      You don't need to worry a bit, Monty, it's stable as a rock, said Ben, who pulled a huge, antique key from a pocket. The thing had been poking his ribs all day long and he wanted to get rid of it. You don't have to be afraid. This is British craftsmanship in building. Pre-war stone. That's something your people in the United States could take lessons from.

      Avery refused to comment on that. Being a retired war US pilot he'd chosen to stay in Britain where, after his final flight, he'd landed on half a wheel and only vapours in his plane's tank. Europe needed to be rebuilt, Avery had collected a very substantial amount of money for all his bravery, and so he'd decided to do his rebuilding part here. Staying here meant he needed a place to live, and with some handsome cash in the bank he could look at something extravagant. Life was picking up, women were starting to change in a good way, becoming more outgoing and fun, so he was convinced he'd made the right decision. He also wanted to appear as a sophisticated person, so he dressed to the latest, British fashion and tried to adopt a more British appearance. It was hard to let go of his native speech so he'd given up on that.

      Ben walked up the few steps to the house and used the big key. The door opened with ease. A little dust fell down. You see? Nothing's wrong here.

      The two walked into the hall. There was dust everywhere, but it was clear this had been the home of a very wealthy family. Avery had learnt that the original owners, by the name of Unsworth, had been on a ship called RMS Lusitania. The ship had been torpedoed by a German U-boot during the war. The family, including many of the staff that had travelled with them, had not survived the disaster.The house and the grounds had come into the custody of Ben Lawler's firm. Incidentally that same event had contributed to bringing America into the war, and that way Avery had come to Britain.

      Here's the library, Ben said, showing the American man around. The main lounge... the kitchen... Upstairs they found most of the rooms in a reasonable state as well. Dust and dirt had made itself at home everywhere, but that was easy to deal with. And here is the back entrance to the garden. You're going to love this, Monty.

      The garden was a disaster on its own. Grass had grown up to the mens' waist, and most of the plants had taken over the area and turned it into a British jungle.

      Avery stared at the devastation in front of them. Benny... are you rhazzing me?

      Ben, having some knowledge of modern American expressions, composed himself quickly. Of course I'm not making fun of you, Monty. You have to see past all that. There's a wall around the property so you'll have a lot of privacy. All that's needed is a bit of sweeping up, cutting back the vegetation and putting up a table and some chairs. Then you have an outside palace, don't you see that?

      Cutting back the vegetation? Are you kidding me? You could dump a tribe of Pygmies in here and never see them again! Avery wasn't pleased with the view and he made no attempt to hide that. Ben had noticed on many an occasion that Avery's adopted, British attitude went down the drain once he got annoyed. I suggest we mooch out of here and then you show me another place that is worthy of my attention.

      Ben took a deep breath. Very well. There is one more place I can show you at the moment, but I do tell you, Monty, that this is your new home. Whether you like it or not. I can feel it.

      As long as I have the cash, I'm the one who decides what my house is gonna be like, Benny. And so the two gentlemen walked back into the house. Avery had one more look around, muttered something to himself and followed Ben out the door.

      The evening found Avery in a club where a big band played upbeat music. He had a glass of his favourite Bourbon in hand. He felt lucky that he could get his hands on that. Bourbon from home never failed to make him feel good, and he needed a lot of liquid feel-good after the failures he'd seen that day. Ben had promised to do better tomorrow and, dammit, he should.

      Monty! One of the girls called out to him from the dance floor and waved, inviting him to join her. Why not, he thought. Life was there to be lived and enjoyed, especially after having risked his life so often. He threw back the Bourbon and got up. He wasn't the greatest dancer but no one cared.

      *

      Avery woke up. He cursed as he opened his eyes to the sunlight hitting the opposite wall. He'd been too inebriated upon his return to close the curtains properly. Oh well, at least the evening had been great. Or smashing. Whatever word fit the bill. He hoisted himself from the bed and went to take a bath. The clock told him he was late but there was still plenty of time before Ben would show up. Avery counted on the man being late, as he had promised to find some more suitable houses in the area.

      As the unsung war hero soaked in the tub, he thought back to the Manor they'd seen the other day. This time he did try to look past the mess that was the garden. A wall around it, right? Mighty fine. The interior of the place needed a good kick in the rear to bring it up to date, but it had potential. Dammit, with the right furniture in it, the place could look super.

      The man toweled himself dry while thoughts turned over in his mind. Let's first things go first, he told his mirror image, and breakfast comes first.

      Ben Lawler arrived right after breakfast. To Avery it almost felt as if he'd waited for the best moment to come in. Ah, you're up and ready to go? Wonderful. I have an exciting home to show.

      Avery frowned. Ben usually wasn't so cheerful. He put on his coat, adjusted the monocle and followed his friend outside. The open carriage was a perfect choice for the day, even though there were many automobiles around. The carriage was more like a British way to do things, he told himself, ignoring the little voice in his mind that called him a liar.

      About half an hour later Avery had to admit the little voice was right. The carriage looked like a great way to get around but it took ages to actually get somewhere. How far is it from here? he asked Ben. I feel like we'd already have been there if we'd walked.

      I am sure we're faster this way, said Ben as yet another automobile passed them, while its occupants laughed and yelled at the people in the carriage. Bloody nuisance, these noisy machines.

      Avery suppressed his next sigh. He could get used to those noisy machines. Maybe he should look into acquiring one of them, and find out how hard it would be to drive one. Seeing the people who already did it, driving couldn't be hard. He'd flown airplanes!

      We're almost there. Ben beamed as the entrance to the park came into view. This was a monumental building which, remarkable enough, hadn't suffered from the war. A few bombs had fallen near and in the garden, but the glass in the windows was the only victims from the blasts.

      Avery stared at the giant gate they passed through, and the enormous park behind it. What's this place, Ben? Did the King have a hide-out here?

      Almost, Monty. This was the home of a wealthy person. Poor chap didn't want to leave during the war. He said he'd go down with the house. He did, where the house didn't. Ben had heard the details of how the man had been found and shook his head. No need to put off a prospective customer with gruesome tales, even when it was Avery Montague.

      The ride up to the portico in front of the house took a while. Avery looked left and right, and thought of the great mansions that were the pride and joy of the huge plantations in the South. If he were to get something like that here in England, wouldn't that be the berries.

      The front of the building was covered in vines. The plants had been unattended and they'd begun to cover almost everything. Ben had sent someone here the evening before to make sure they could get in. The entrance and several windows on the ground floor had indeed been cleared, and the man had assured him the key would open the door. After such a long time that often remained to be seen. Good man, Ben thought as he left the carriage with Avery right behind him. He took the key from his pocket and opened the door.

      Oh. Avery followed Ben inside and was somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer size of the hall they entered. This is huge.

      You said you wanted something with a lot of space, Ben pointed out. This is the biggest property we have on the market at the moment. Actually it was the biggest ever for Ben. Because this property was a bit out of the way, he hadn't been here since a while so he had to rely on his memory to show his friend and customer around. There was a library of serious proportions, three grand rooms, one of which could be used for balls and theatre performances, and a kitchen fit for a large restaurant. Unfortunately all the windows of the conservatory were dirty, which took away all of the splendour of the view. The garden would be fabulous to see from here, but not today. After the tour of the ground floor, which took quite some time due to its size, Ben asked Avery what he thought of the place so far.

      It's... big. Avery tried to hide his surprise over the size. He knew he couldn't. Even though he'd seen mind-boggling houses in the US, this was incredible. Not only was it enormous, but the way it was adorned beat everything he'd ever seen.

      Do you want to see the upstairs? Or would you prefer a break? Ben felt like one and was relieved when Monty agreed to put the upper floors off. Let's have a look outside, in the garden.

      *

      It wasn't a garden. It was a park.

      If we want to see everything here, I can have the carriage come around, Ben said. He saw Avery's surprise. Even though the park lacked maintenance and care, it radiated grandeur.

      Ehm. Maybe next time. This is a bit more than I expected. Avery already knew this house was not what he wanted. It was just too much. Even being married (which he was't) and having a few children (which he hadn't), this would be too much. Still, since they were here, he wanted to see everything, out of sheer curiosity.

      After visiting both upper floors the two men returned to town in their carriage. What do you think? Ben felt obliged to ask even when he knew the answer already. This was not going to be it, which made things difficult. They'd seen just about every available house in the area. Monty remained silent. This isn't it, is it?

      No. It isn't. It's... man, it's huge. Again Avery's adopted British attitude slipped. I need to think for a bit. Maybe... Something in his mind was waving for attention. "Maybe tomorrow we can go back to see that manor we saw yesterday? There was something about it that I like. Maybe there was something I missed and tomorrow I could see it."

      I can arrange that, said Ben. I won't be available tomorrow but I could send Bartleby with you. Around ten in the morning?

      Avery thought that was a good idea.

      2 - Surprise at the manor

      Ehm... Mr ehm... Montague?

      Avery looked up from his newspaper. He'd been waiting for this man, Bartleby, for far too long. Ben should either teach this guy a lesson or two about reading clocks and understanding what being on time meant, or throw him out in the street. That's me. And you are? He didn't want to make things easy on this man.

      Bartleby, sir, George Bartleby. From Mr Lawler's offices. The young man almost made a salute. Avery didn't miss that.

      Been in the army? the American man said as he folded the newspaper and got up.

      I have, sir. Bartleby raised his left hand, where two fingers were missing. Most of me survived. He looked a bit uncertain for a moment. I hope I'm not too late. I was caught in an air raid while I was trying to get civilians out of harm's way, sir, and my brain took a beating. Since then it's hard for me to keep track of time. He now looked guilty. Mr Lawler has been kind enough to give me a job.

      Avery immediately revised how he wanted to handle this man. Someone who'd gotten hurt in the war, doing something unselfish, deserved his admiration. No harm done, George. I'm sure you don't mind me calling you George, do you? No? Great. We have all day so don't worry about time. As long as you know where we're going, that's fine.

      George Bartleby relaxed visibly. That I do, sir. Don't worry. Avery followed him outside where a carriage was waiting. Who would be the first to own an automobile? He wondered if that would be Ben or he himself. For now they were at a draw, but Avery was convinced he'd be the first. With Bartleby handling the reins, they rattled out of the street. They talked about the war and what they'd lived through.

      *

      The talking made time fly and soon they were at the manor. Mr Lawler told me to let you look around as long as you like, sir, said Bartleby while directing the horse onto the carriageway that lead to the house. Avery asked if they could stop here, so he could have a goodlook at the building. Certainly, sir.

      Avery got out of the small carriage and looked around. He liked how the building looked familiar already at the start of the second visit. There was something about this place that attracted him. So this was the house of an Earl, right?

      It was, sir. George hopped from the carriage. It belonged to Cedric, Earl of Unsworth, and his wife Margarete. She was related to the then Emperor of Germany, Wilhelm the Second. I recall she had a nickname but I don't remember what that was.

      Emperor of Germany... Avery repeated the words, trying to imagine what kind of woman had decided to leave such an undoubtedly wealthy family for England. Cedric had probably been quite the man. Too bad such a man hadn't survived the war, and that in such a stupid way. On an unarmed passenger ship. How sour that was, he thought, that they'd been killed by the people his wife descended from. Avery took a deep breath. This was not the moment to follow that train of thoughts. Right. The house. Let's have another look.

      The two men walked to the building. Avery kept looking at the details. The trees along the road that took them there. The few steps leading up to the front door. The small balconies on the upper floor.

      George dug up the big key and opened the door. After you, sir. Avery grinned. How often would servants have said that to the Earl and his wife who'd lived here? Feeling a little bit like an Earl, he entered the house. Yes, this was far more his style than the huge monster they'd visited the other day. Smaller. More like a home. Together with George he walked into the main room, which offered a view of the approach to and from the main road.

      Again Avery noticed the two lines of trees. They gave the entranceway a rather regal appearance. Nice. He appreciated George being silent. The man seemed to enjoy the look of this room as much as the prospective buyer did. They moved through the house, visiting the kitchen again, and several other rooms. Their use wasn't clear but that didn't matter. Space was good. The lounge was another thing Avery appreciated. With the old furniture removed and more modern versions here, this would be a great place to hang out with friends. He already envisioned a bar, a few large plants and several couches and good chairs. Near the fireplace stood two dusty, leather chairs.

      Old Unsworth had taste, Avery said to George. These chairs are fabulous. Do you think they can be patched up? There were some cracks in the leather, probably due to a lack of care. George was convinced the chairs could be restored to close to their original state, which pleased Avery.

      I like the entire atmosphere in the house, sir, said George. It's very authentic.

      Granted. I would like it to have a more modern touch though. Some more conveniences here and there.

      Since time was on their side (and George not having much to say about that anyway), Avery didn't rush to go through the house. Upstairs they found a large number of bedrooms. Two of them obviously for children. A girl and a boy. George knew their names. The boy was called Maximilian, after another German emperor, and the girl was called Rose.

      Right. Avery moved on and found the master bedroom. That was the one he'd also seen during his first visit. Now he slowly walked around. The room, though dusty, looked well taken care of. The bed was made, everything was put away and clean. He wondered if the Unsworth's belongings were still in the wardrobes but he didn't feel at ease enough to open one of them to check.

      Further down the hall they found another bedroom. Clearly that of a young lady, but neither of them knew who'd lived here. There were a few drawings on a table, made by children. Avery picked up one of them. It was a very simple depiction of a rose and a butterfly. He smiled as he put it down and picked up the second sheet.

      Oh... This one surprised him. It was also a children's drawing but this one showed a group of naked people in a garden or a park. He blinked but the fact remained: the people were definitely naked. And there were a few children among them! Quickly he put down the drawing and covered it with the rose-and-buttefly one. Avery turned to find George not in the room. He went back to the corridor and called out George's name.

      Downstairs, the other man replied, looking for the bathroom.

      Good luck! Avery wasn't certain if such an old house had actual indoor plumbing already, but being the property of an Earl might make a difference. A thought occurred to him. With George out of the way...

      He walked back to the master bedroom as his curiosity became too strong. He opened the biggest closet. It was filled with clothes. Expensive ones. That was the only closet in the room. Of course, people like that would have special dressing rooms. There was a table next to the bed, with a drawer. Avery opened it, expecting it to be empty. Instead he found a small booklet. He opened it and discovered it was a diary, written in small, precise handwriting. Clearly that of a woman. You shouldn't, he told himself, but he couldn't help it. The booklet went into a pocket of his coat. This would be a wonderful way to learn more about the Unsworth family. If he didn't buy the house, he'd find a way to return the diary to the drawer, he promised himself.

      Avery left the room and closed the door. Upon arriving downstairs he found a relieved George who offered to show Avery the rear of the house. The garden is back there.

      Since gardens were good places for parties, Avery agreed to have another look there. The first time with Ben he hadn't been very impressed, but after the insane park at the giant building of the other day, this garden looked much better. At least size-wise. It hadn't been cared for. The large bushes had grown as if they wanted to take over all the space, and it looked as if they were winning. Grass was several feet tall. A branch had fallen down close to the house and blocked their way.

      Let me see to this, said George. He picked up the branch and threw it away, further into the garden where no one would see it for a while. There. Now... After those two words the explosion happened.

      *

      It took a while before Avery realised he was not where he'd been. They'd been at the house. George had thrown a stick into the brush and then boom. The smells around him told him he was in hospital and his sensations made it clear he was a patient. In a bed. With a bandage around his head.

      Good afternoon, sir, said a female voice as he blinked his eyes and raised his hand to his head. I would advise you to leave your head alone for now, sir.

      Thanks for the concern, miss, said Avery

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