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Lara now moved from her bathroom into the L shaped closet to the immidiate left of her. Her clean smooth frame moving slowly to view the many outfits to choose from she never knew what to pick out. Although she was one that liked things orderly and neat, she certainly never had time to keep her possessions that way. Her butler and life long friend of her family friend, Winston, took up the role of making sure all of her effects were in place. She was glad she had Winston to look after things for her while she was away, scouring the world for answers to questions that never seemed to be fully answered. He was growing older, and now she found herself when she was overseas or at the peaks of mountains, free of the world and able to lose herself in thought, thinking about him and how he is managing. The thought never stayed in place for long. Winston was not just an average butler by any means, even in his old age. a martial arts master and an expert marksman with many firearms. In his younger years he would train with Lara in the basement gymnastic grounds, aiding her in her movements and taught her how to push through physical pain and focus on what's ahead. As Lara reached for a pair of satin lavander woven underwear she smiled at how ironic that was. She was taught to push forward and to think ahead when all she ever did was search for answers for what happened in the past.

She slid her dainty feet and legs through the holes of the underwear, raising them up to secure her womanhood. Also clipping a white plush bra to her chest, she pulled a grey tank top to cover the rest of her upper half. She then reached into a drawer that was second from the bottom which held a bounty of spandex shorts. Picking out the top pair she stretched out the waist and pulled them up, dancing with a wiggle to pull them over her rear. Letting them go with a snap they hugged her hips and rear, the tank top extending just to waistband of the black spandex of her shorts which cut an inch or so below her groin. If there was another way to describe the length, just imagine volleyball shorts and that would be a good comparison. White ankle high socks then were applied to her soft feet before she removed herself from the closet, reaching into a plastic tub containing numerous hair ties and rolled her hair into her signature ponytail. Almost on cue, there was a knock at the door and an older voice came through muffled but pronounced.

"Lara?" Was all that was said as Lara pushed down the handle to open the door.

She was greeted by a erect poised man, adorned in a tuxedo that was similar to what many butlers wear but his was more unique in the fact that it was less of a servant styled tux and more of a renowned distinguished garment. She came to about his shoulders to give an image of his height as she stood at 5'6". His face bore the wrinkles of time but they did little to hide the immense proud look about him. His unwavering grey-blue orbs shone with wisdom and youthful tenacity. White hair thinning atop his head, he obviously took care in combing and applying mousse to combat the effects. Winston had obviously been born into a wealthy family that had a long history of serving great lords and distinguished families across time. Even though he revealed little about his past and his childhood let alone what his ancestry was he brought with him the honor of all of his family. Indeed he was a quiet man, offering his wisdom in small phrases and classic one-liners. He never dwelled on things for long before focusing on the next goal or task. He also never showed defeat on his face or signs of distress. He worked long hours and being tasked to clean and maintain the estate by himself would cause many to buckle and complain but Winston never once had brought up any such problem to Lara or her father from what she could remember. He had the body of an ox and the mind of an owl, her father always said, and it remained true to this day.

"Good morning Winston," Lara said with a smile, her lovely polished European accent flowing from her lips.

"I have your coffee prepared with a small dish of toast downstairs in the dining hall if you wish to have breakfast before you train miss Croft," Winston gave his reason of knocking on her door cleanly and his tone always carried the option to refuse.

"Thank you Winston, prepare the training course for me please and I will enjoy my coffee and toast," Lara nodded with the same young and cheery smile, moving past Winston as he nodded.

"Right away miss Croft."

He remained at her door and closed it for her gently while she made her way down the long hallway to the foyer. A massive open space with a grand staircase that split right or left was the first thing most would see upon entering the estate. Marble steps carried Lara down from the left side of the split, where the master bedroom and the guest quarters were located. The right hand side was where Winston slept in his own private quarters and most rooms there were cleaning materials and studies, rooms without furniture or furniture that was wrapped in plastic to save from dust and wood rot. Once she had finished the climb down she turned to her right and pushed open a massive wooden door that extended higher than most in the manor. In the foyer a single person would feel very alone and the echoes of footsteps would ring with each plant of the foot. Upon opening the door every action could be heard throughout the vast open space. It was not entirely empty. A rolled out heavy carpet greeted visitors and owner alike with a sitting area to the left with a fire place and another with a very large television, again, perched, on the marble support beam. Leather chairs and tightly sewn couches furnished the sitting areas, allowing for multiple people to enjoy the fire or view the television. Mainly used as a greeting area, Lara rarely spent her time in the foyer.

The dining hall was much what you would expect from an extravagant Lord that was her father. Much like the hallways throughout the Croft manor this room indeed extended to the very front of the manor. A long cedar table, able to withstand the clangs of fine china and silverware over many years. Tablecloths placed neatly at each chair, ready guests that would be invited to enjoy a meal. The table itself was long but did not extend to the very end of the room but stopped before a door that lead into the kitchen. A chef's ideal kitchen, it had every pot and pan, spice and ingredient, stove, deep fryer, meat locker, and enough counter space to prepare multiple meals at once. Winston spent his free time here, perfecting his culinary prowess to create new and enjoyable meals for Lara. Of course, her favorite meal had always been beans on toast. Ever since she was a small child she had love beans on toast, a delicacy that she would have every meal of the day if it was health oriented. Sadly she needed to keep her top form and consuming different meals kept Lara healthy and well fed. Of course eating meals alone did not do this for her, she had an intense training regime to focus her body into a sculpted masterpiece of female physique.

She sat at the head of the table, a plate with crisped golden brown toast and a ceramic coffee mug to the right, steam gently lifting off the liquid and evaporating into the air. She eloquently bit into the toast, careful not to let any crumbs fall onto the cloth under her chin. She finished her toast before taking small sips of her coffee, moving to view out the large viewing glass windows that let the person observe the garden outside. The garden consisted of low cut grass and shrubs trimmed professionally. Stone paths cut their way through the fields of green grass, all along the premise of the manor. A walk through the outer yards of the manor would take a few hours to complete if one did not stop to enjoy the outdoor pool or tennis course. A archery platform nestled in the many trees that dotted the further reaches of the garden. Large and thick stone walls encased the garden and the manor, giving one the sense of security behind the erected walls. The walls ended with a grand arch that faced the main entrance to the manor should one be driving. It was the only entrance into the manor if you did not come by helicopter, yes there was a helipad positioned behind the manor. A rustic gate electronically opened with either the keyed passcode or by control of the main console in the manor. Also able to be opened remotely by Lara's and Winston's cellular devices. A golden sprayed metal plate read: Croft Manor and appeared to be routinely cleaned and polished though it clearly was weathered.

Lara thought back to all of the times when she would run about the garden, taking herself on wild adventures as she explored every inch, lost in her imagination. A young girl with so much room to play she would spend entire days in the garden. She had etched every detail of the garden into her mind and made sure little was changed, especially the flower bed that her and her mother had planted so long ago. Seen from her balcony, she would always visit the flower bed at least once per day before going about her business. It reminded her of her mother and even seemed to carry her loving and beautiful energy. The flowers always bloomed brightly and strong, never withering or died during the spring. The fall orchids arrived just on time as always as well. Her and her mother would talk about life and what had happened in that day while planting the seeds and churning the earth. She remembered her mothers laugh and how it was so much like her own. Her soft facial features also matched hers, she had her mothers face and her fathers spirit. Her mother was always cheerful but demanded respect, never lowering herself like most women tend to do in the face of adversity or to powerful men. Her father loved her for it and their shared passion for adventure is what brought them together...and what had caused their disappearance.

To this very day Lara still didn't know what happened to her parents. They left on an archaeological expedition one day when she was still a small girl and never returned. Her father, Lord Richard James Croft Jr, was the 10th Earl of Abbingdon, so when he went missing along with her mother Amelia, there was a massive search and rescue operation. She remembered traveling all around the world with Winston and a few other close family friends with military officials and members of the Royal family, looking for her parents. She remembered well dressed people speaking to Winston and asking if he knew anything about the disappearance, which he denied over and over. It was very unusual that her parents never once contacted base camp or anyone for that matter that they were in danger. When exploring their last known location no one found a trace that the Crofts had been there. After years of searching, all of the parties were cut off, and the search ended in mystery. Winston didn't like it and neither did Lara. In fact in boiled her blood just thinking of it now. That is why she did what she did. It wasn't for the fame or the glory of discovering new ruins and ancient civilizations it was to find answers to the many questions she had about her parents. Why did they leave? Where did they go? How did they just vanish?

What did they find?

Her father was a man of renowned passion. He amassed his fortune through his many explorations and discoveries, being part of a wealthy family already he only made the financial growth skyrocket. Just like Lara when he was a child he would explore the forests surrounding the family manor and when he was old enough he explored the world. He always returned from his journeys though, Lara never remembered a time when he would leave and never return only to show up randomly one day. When he had met her mother Winston told her that they were madly in love and went everywhere together. They never let wealth and the Croft name keep them from being just a man and a woman in love. They were down to earth as much as they demanded respect and gave it to even the lowliest of beggars. Lara loved that her parents raised her to be kind to others and never think less of them just because they are not a Croft or did not have a lot of money. They said that the best people in the world are the ones that do not have much because they give all they have. She smiled and almost felt like crying. She missed her parents, and the world felt lonely without them despite all the friends she had. She missed their hugs and kisses when she would run into their arms. She missed the stories her father would tell her and the life lessons her mother would teach her. She missed the gifts her father would bring her when he returned from his trips to explore ancient ruins and different places around the world. She missed many things about her parents but she missed just seeing them the most.

She placed the now empty coffee mug down next to the plate and left it, knowing that Winston would be around to clean it. She left the dining hall and went to the right of the ornate grand staircase through a small door that was directly underneath the staircase. This opened up to another set of stairs, leading to the basement. The right portion of course was her gymnastic training grounds. After working down the stairs she was placed in a long hallway that stretched to another door at the far end that one would be able to see a swimming pool through the glass door. She stepped forward and turned right, into a large room with a high ceiling, indicating that she had gone far down into the ground to reach this level of the basement. There were many objects of different heights and platforms placed high in the air. Poles extended out from the walls at varied levels of height and length. Some appeared to only be able to be gripped by a single hand. A rock climbing wall was at the far wall, small rubber hand and foot placements at random spots to add difficulty in climbing. She flicked on the light to illuminate the training course and over the intercom, Winston chimed in.

"Would you like me to activate the course for you Lara?"

She stretched her neck side to side before looking at the observation window to her right.

"Yes please Winston!" She shouted, having to do so since the intercom was not a two way communicator. She also gave him a thumbs up to indicate she was ready.

Winston lowered his head and pulled a lever on a console down and some of the objects began to spin, and change their place in the room. Poles dropped and rose and platforms swayed as if being blown by heavy wind. Everything followed a set path and were controlled by the console Winston stood at. Should he decide to change a certain platform all he needed to do was press the corresponding button and it would change it's set path. He kept Lara guessing and quick on her feet. She needed to be in order to continue doing what she did. She traveled like her father and mother before her. Exploring caves and mountain ranges to find lost ruins of civilizations no one has ever heard of to discover relics of great power or artifacts that would bring a great deal of wealth her way, though she did not need it. Croft manor indeed had a museum dedicated to the vast array of trinkets brought back from journeys. Many collectors marveled at the priceless set. Many also asked her and her father if they would sell any of their pieces at all, every one of them offering large sums of money but were always turned down.

"Each piece has a memory attached to it," Her father once said, his voice was deep and full of gruff reverb. "Selling one would be selling a piece of yourself to a stranger."

She always remembered those words, never allowing anyone to persuade her into selling some of the much older finds. Every piece that her father returned with was still in the glass casing it was placed in. The museum was another room she refused to have rearranged or cleaned by anyone other than Winston. Her parent's room was not her own either. It was at the end of the hall where her room was located. No one was allowed in but her and even Winston was refused entry when she was inside. It was her safe place. A place where she could be in her thoughts and memories without being disturbed by anyone.

Lara began to stretch her toned youthful frame out, letting her muscles warm up before she took to the course. Bending over she reached to touch her toes, her rear jut out as her thighs flexed and she held this position for thirty seconds. Twisting her leg to where her heel touched the right cheek of her butt she pulled against the bent leg, stretching it for thirty seconds. She continued this for her legs, arms, core, and back, making sure every part of her was ready for the morning exercise. Jumping up and down, getting her calves prepared her pert breasts bobbed with her motions ever so slightly, the bra just keeping them tightly in place. At a moment she was off, running up a blue wall to her right, using her momentum to push herself up to grab onto the ledge, the wall that extended out from the actual wall was a good ten feet off the ground. Pulling herself up she was now on a platform with a series of poles before her. Taking a running start she leaped and grabbed onto the first, her body straightening and swinging lightly. She visualized herself making the next leap before swaying her body back and forth. With enough momentum she launched herself forward and grabbed onto the second. One more before she was face with a higher wall than the first. Once on the third she would need to walk with her hands to a section of the real wall that had been carved out, forming an indent which allowed her to straddle her way across, her legs dangled from her. Her arms felt tired but she needed to keep going. Carrying herself along the wall to the taller one, she then had to climb upward along jagged, uneven cut sections that jut out from the blue material. Straining she heaved herself up onto the taller platform, catching her breath for a moment before looking at her next task.

A swaying platform rocked left to right through the air, and another platform was across from the swaying platform. If timed correctly she would make it to the swinging platform and then would need to jump once more to make it to the next goal. She watched the platform go side to side, over and over before letting out her breath and rushing to the edge, leaping with a hard push off the platform she was on and landed on one knee, near the center of the swaying platform. She steadied herself against the sway and pushed off, landing on the other wall, having to grip the edge, not being able to make with her feet. Her arms screamed in agony as she pulled herself up, sweat creating a thin gleaming layer on her smooth cream skin. From here, it was downhill. She jumped a great distance down and rolled to break her fall from severing her legs. She then sprint to wall run and push off with her right leg to another pole, which was shaking violently. It made it difficult to hold on as she swung her body back and forth to propel herself onto another lower platform. With a front flip she landed on her feet, finishing the course, panting and covered in sweat.

She wasn't through and ran through the other sections, refining her climbing and acrobatic skills before she finally made her way to the center of the room. sweat dripping from her body and running down her leg. She placed her hands on her knees and looked up at Winston, whom deactivated the course, the loud whirring sounds dying away. After a moment she straightened and wiped her forehead, coming into the observation room.

"That's enough for the morning, I'm still sore from yesterday," Lara panted, fanning her tank top on her chest.

"Very well, shall I prepare lunch? The time is twelve forty-seven," Winston answered with a nod, pulling back his sleeve to look at a silver painted watch.

"That would be lovely. I'm in the mood for a sandwich, meat and some fruit as well," Lara thought before saying her request. "Work your magic Winston."

"Of course miss Croft, I will have it ready shortly while you wash up."

He left her in the observation room and his footsteps could be heard climbing up the stairs that lead back into the foyer. Lara did not follow him, instead she walked down the hallway and into the pool room. The thick humid air cut her breathing short from the heated pool. The smell of chlorine filled her nose as she stripped off her clothing, diving naked into the pool. The water felt wonderful against her skin while she surfaced, flicking back her hair. She made a few laps in the pool before diving down once more, surfacing with closed eyes and pulling herself up onto the stone floor that squared around the room. She wiped her eyes and blinked, noticing a shape in front of her. She quickly blushed and covered herself, her arm across her breasts and a hand cupping her womanhood.

"W-Winston!" She exclaimed, surprised that he was back down here, how long had she been swimming?

"Miss Croft, your lunch is prepared when you are ready," Winston said, a small smile was creeping across his face. "Do remember to lock the door next time should you wish to swim naked."

With the added comment the old butler chuckled softly and handed her a fresh towel. He left her be then after to dry off and dress herself. She, however, had a cocky smile plastered on her face and just put on her spandex shorts, carrying her underwear and the rest of her clothes up with her. Topless and without a bra to cover her chilled breasts, she had goosebumps once she left the warm pool room. Her small rose nipples perked at the change in temperature but she went up the stairs into the foyer and then into the dining hall. Winston was there, adjusting the chairs and fixing the tablecloths when she sauntered in and he nearly fell back at the sight of her.

"M-miss Croft...feeling a tad free today?" He asked, adjusting his collar a little looser as he cleared his throat. "Or is there a reason you've decided to let your breasts hang freely?"

She smiled at the change in demeanor, he was a man after all and seeing a girl in her shape like she was, would cause any man to falter no matter the discipline.

"My clothes are damp and dirty, and I do not want to keep my meal waiting," She answered, coming closer to him, a girly teasing smirk on her face. She handed her clothes to him, making sure he noticed her panties on top.

"Please place them with the rest of the clothes that need washed, then check my mail to see if anything about what we discussed has come up," She said, remembering that she had received a letter describing that someone had a possible lead to the whereabouts of her parents or at least, a place to explore where they had once been.

Lara reached up, pressing her breasts against the lapel of Winston's suit before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Like a good boy now." Her tone full of playful antics.

Winston, in his refined discipline, nodded slowly and then shook his head. "I will never understand women," He said as he left, leaving her to herself in the dining hall. She sighed with a small smile on her lips and took her seat once more to enjoy her lunch. It was delicious as always and filled her groaning stomach. In a matter of minutes she had downed the meal and was left basking in the sunlight coming through the windows. The warm rays heat her skin and it felt nice. She felt her body and upon brushing her hands over her breasts, she felt the all too familiar twinge of arousal hit her. She bit her lower lip and looked to the dining room door. She could rub one out before he returned right? She had had quickies before so this would be no different. Well, besides the fact that this would be the first time she could be caught masturbating. Wasting little time she shoved her right hand into her shorts, feeling that her womanhood was already heating up and moist from the anticipation. She didn't know whether or not she was just still horny from this morning or the thought of being caught aroused her more. She started off slow before rapidly increasing speed, her hand working desperately to bring her to an orgasm.

Wet rubbing sounds echoed through the dining hall, her soft sighs and moans as well. She did her best to be quiet, Winston would think something was wrong if he heard her spewing out loud moans over and over. She gripped her left breast and tugged on it, her hips jolting in pleasure as her clit swelled. She chewed on her bottom lip and spread her legs wide, her hand frantically moving around. She felt all the blood rushing down into her groin and smiled in the fact that she was getting close and would cum right there in the dining hall. She wondered if she had created a stain on the chair since she wasn't wearing underwear. She wondered what Winston would say to her if she did and he cleaned it up. She felt so dirty, living a posh royal life for so long and having to act lady-like every day for the media was not her style. She loved getting into the mud and into the thick of adventure. Her womanhood squeaked with wet sounds of pre-climax delight and she forced the chair back so she didn't bang her knees against the table. She let her head fall as all of her body went numb and her hips jumped up, cumming hard in her shorts she rubbed herself through the orgasm before letting her rear fall back down to the chair with a wet plop. She breathed heavy and remained still with her hand in her shorts when she heard the door open.

"Lara I have some interesting news....perhaps this is a bad time?" Winston said, without knowing what he had stumbled into before adverting his gaze from his master.

Lara blushed deeply and slowly removed her hand from her shorts, standing slowly so she didn't fall over. She flicked her ponytail back and shook her head.

"No, you came just as I was finishing my lunch," She said with hot smile, her cheeks a deep red, obviously having no way to hide the embarrassment she felt. It was hot, having to get off before she was caught and it was even sexier than she had been caught right after she came. She took the letter from his white gloved hand and strode past him. "Thank you Winston," She said sweetly before leaving him in the dining hall, quickly rubbing the juice running down her leg into her flesh. She carried the letter back up into her room to open it while Winston stood baffled and little uncomfortable about the whole situation. He then noticed the semi large stain on the chair she was seated in and slowly brought a palm to his forehead.

"I will...never...understand women.." He sighed, turning to fetch the cleaning supplies.
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