Stephen walked around the beautiful manor; his long arms wrapped around two striking women's shoulders. They were wide eyed as he toured them round the house; he snickered every time they were fascinated by his knowledge. This was predominantly because he was making it up as he went along.
He tightened his grip and grinned at the two ladies who returned the gesture.
They stepped into the corridor on the second floor and Stretch smiled once more as he heard the ladies' cries of awe. He gave his coat to the youngest of the women, who graciously took it from him. He let go of them both and began gesturing at the magnificent paintings that were framed perfectly around the entrance hall.
He improvised fascinating stories of how the men in the paintings were brave soldiers and heroes. He guessed the age of the furniture but did not show any indication of his lack of understanding. The ladies were remarkably bemused, smiling to each other, obviously pleased to be in the company of such an intellectual man.
He came back to them, sliding his arms back into their original place and continued around the manor.
"So, why did Mr. Downing call to 'Stretch'?" one of the ladies asked. Stephen stretched down and squeezed her rear imperceptibly.
"I have no idea, my lady," he responded as she let out a voluble giggle.
He finally came to the room in which he had started, a party was going on inside. Stephen had not even been invited but he was prominent for being able to get into anything…and out of anything. The sound of men and woman laughing and exchanging words of wisdom could be heard behind the two, large luxurious doors
"Well, I am impressed Mr. McFadden, you are such a gentlemen to give us a tour," one of the woman exclaimed, the other nodded in agreement.
"I thank you, ladies," Stephen replied, mentally chortling about the whole affair. He bowed genially and left the room. As soon as the door was shut behind him, he let out a howl of hilarity.
He strolled across the corridor until he came to the grand staircase, he whistled loudly as he got closer to the stairs. He was now ready to leave, after having his hour of amusement and diversion.
Just after he had his first step, he heard the voices of the two women behind him.
"Mr McFadden, you forgot…" one ladies called, his coat hanging from her arm. But she trailed off into a scream as Stephen devastatingly fell to the stairs.
Stephen had turned too hurriedly and abruptly tumbled. Stephen yelped as he legs became entangled with each other. He plummeted to the stairs and he felt the dreadfully agonizing phenomenon as his head hit the edge of a stair.
Instead of lying there, his long, lean body had swung over his head and flew down the staircase. The woman could hear the sudden crack of his neck before he jumbled down the stairs to the floor. He unconsciously plunged down the staircase, blood rushing from a slash on his temple.
The lady hastily ran down the stairs but did not take the last step because lying there static, was the lifeless corpse of Stephen McFadden.
