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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 8 of 9b	

Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not
intended to infringe on those rights.  While my Tarzan
has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain
without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights 
reserved by Author.  Not to be read by minors or 
sold without explicit written permission of the author



Chapter 8 - The barn

Two hours of sitting with a very relaxed Sir Walter under the 
canopy didn't reveal any new facts. The old man discussed more 
details about Jane's new life as the young matriarch of her very 
proper and close family. Jane's father had spent a small fortune 
trying to find her. When Sir Walter returned with her, Lord Parker 
was so happy at her return, that he didn't care that Jane proudly 
immediately admitted to him that she was over three months 
pregnant and that her middle-aged protector was the father of her 
unborn child. Lord Parker quickly arranged a formal church 
wedding, publicly noting that the two `lovebirds' had a quick 
African wedding a few months before, which explained the soon 
noticed pregnancy. 

Although there was a big age difference, the `May-December' 
marriages were socially acceptable as long as it was within the 
same social classes. Lord Parker arranged for Jane's cousin and 
friends from the Finishing School to move in for awhile, while they 
`refreshed' Jane's memory to her personal history and social 
expectations. It was common knowledge that Jane had been injured 
in Africa and had lost all her memories; so the local people accepted 
Sir Walter as her rescuer and husband.  Everyone knew that Jane 
had changed because of her memory loss and they all did what they 
could, to help her feel at home and to try to remember her past life.

Near the end of their discussion, Tarzan told the old man that he 
wouldn't kill him yet - not that he wouldn't kill him but only that 
he hadn't decided when to kill him; and that he would observe 
Jane before he did anything that might hurt her.

It was with some trepidation that Tarzan followed the old man when 
the Butler announced tea time. He wanted to be with Jane and to 
talk with her, but this wasn't the Jane that he expected to find. As 
soon as he discovered back in Africa that she'd escaped, he'd 
imagined finding her still being held prisoner - otherwise she would 
have already returned to him. He dreamed about how he would 
come to England to rescue her and take her back to Africa where 
they would live happily every after. Only this Jane was a proper 
Lady who expected crumpets with her tea, preferred to be chic and 
well-groomed at all times, liked to sleep on satin sheets, was 
happily married to the man who had kidnapped her and was the 
contented mother of his child. 

It wasn't the Jane that he expected to find - a Jane with Tarzan's 
memories being held prisoner by a deranged old man. How do you 
explain to someone that's lived the happy life of a English Lady for 
the last four years, that has a husband and child, that they were 
born a man and lived most of their life as a savage? How do you 
explain to that same woman that the male body that you're 
currently inhabiting, is really her natural-born body and that her 
female body is really your natural-born body? And that you want to 
take her away from this life of ease and respect, to return her to a 
life as either a Amazon warrior or the main stud in a jungle village? 
This wasn't his Jane - instead it was someone completely different 
- a someone that he realized that he to start thinking of as Lady 
Jane - not just Jane.

The child complicated the matter. Sir Walter proudly claimed the 
child as his own, but had admitted that he didn't make love to 
Jane until three weeks after the waterfall and that Jane had been 
over three months pregnant when she arrived home. Even a first 
grade mathematics skill could figure out that a two month sea 
voyage and a two week river raft trip didn't really add up to over 
three months of pregnancy. The impregnation had to occur either 
when the real Jane was living with Tarzan or Nasroi. And Lawrence 
didn't look anything like Nasroi. Jane's body had been 
unknowably pregnant prior to the body exchange. So the real 
Tarzan had impregnated the real Jane and then through the body 
exchange, the real Tarzan had carried and delivered the child as the 
new Lady Jane. And both Lady Jane and Sir Walter accepted the 
child as the old man's child.

Naturally if Jane went back with Tarzan to the jungle, the child 
would go also, but how would that affect them changing back into 
their real body? The current Lady Jane had a well-established 
maternal nurturing pattern with Lawrence and a body exchange 
could damage that relationship. It was easy to see that not only 
would this tea-and-crumpet, prim-and-proper, satin sheets, 
pierced-ears and curled-hair Lady Jane be very reluctant to return 
to a savage Africa, but that she might also not want to return to her 
correct male body. 

****** 

Lady Jane had changed into a different dress - a dark velvet that 
contrasted her china-white complexion. It was just as long and 
formal, but it allowed her to sit bolt-upright in her stiff-backed 
Victorian chair and expose the correct amount of dainty ankle 
below her skirt. Her hair had also been brushed and combed 
differently so that it was more of an upswept hairstyle held in place 
with a mother-of-pearl barrette. Around her neck now was a gold 
necklace that contained a locket - the type of locket that could hold 
a picture of loved ones. Hanging from both wrists were expensive 
gold bracelets and there were several rings on her fingers. 

There were guests at Tea - Sarah who had been the young Jane's 
best friend from Finishing School and her husband - Captain 
Towers who was out of the military now but still preferred to be 
called by his former rank. As soon as Sarah entered the room, Lady 
Jane turned giddy. After the formal introductions of Tarzan to the 
new arrivals, the two women whispered and giggled like two 
adolescence teenagers as the men talked about some horses that 
Sir Walter had recently bought. Tarzan listened to the two men talk 
as his ears strained to listen to Lady Jane and Sarah as they sat in 
the corner with the boy as he played with some toys. Seeing Sarah 
like this brought back old memories of how dumb Sarah used to act 
back then and now Lady Jane was behaving very similar. After one 
little giggle and whisper session behind the fans that they used to 
shield their faces while they did their private girl talk, Sarah asked 
the handsome young male guest "Do you have a wife back in 
Africa?"

Tarzan told the truth "No." because there had never been marriage 
ceremonies within any of the numerous relationships. Sarah and 
Lady Jane immediately began whispering again as Tarzan 
recognized that they were scheming against him, knowing that they 
would probably try to pair him up with one of their unmarried 
friends. So it was good for him to ignore the two women and to 
concentrate on the discussion between Captain Towers and Sir 
Walter.

After several minutes of divided chatter, Lady Jane rang the bell for 
the maid. Mary Beth entered the room, carrying a tray filled with 
fresh tea. When she refilled Tarzan's cup, her face turned red as if 
she was embarrassed about something.

As soon as everyone had a fresh cup of tea, Lady Jane proceeded to 
be the proper hostess, pulling the men from their separate 
discussion into a common discussion. Using her skills as a hostess, 
she tried to relax a still-somewhat recalcitrant Tarzan as she deftly 
ensured that everyone participated in a friendly Tea Party. As soon 
as there was a lull in the discussion, she used her vivacious 
personality to provide a little gayety and humor to what could've 
been a very dull gathering. 

******

For Tarzan, dinner was just as awkward as the Tea. Tarzan was still 
dressed in his only clothes - the suit that he had purchased in 
France, with his jungle knife still hidden within it's hidden pocket.

Lady Jane had switched into a formal long dark evening dress that 
exposed her white shoulders and a little cleavage, but still kept her 
ankles hid from sight as any respecting proper Lady was supposed 
to dress. Around her neck was a diamond necklace that Tarzan 
didn't recognize from Jane's heritage so he assumed it had been a 
gift from Sir Walter. The necklace hung low on the china-white 
chest, reaching almost to the cleavage. Her shoulders were bare, 
but her wrists were covered to the elbows in gloves that matched 
the dress. Tarzan could see enough of her arms and upper chest to 
know that the muscles that the savage Jane Parker had worked so 
hard to build four years ago, had disappeared along with the tan 
that she had developed after months of the African sun. The finely 
dressed woman standing so proudly beside her middle aged 
husband was as soft and feminine as she could be.

Lady Jane sat at one end of the big table in the formal dining room 
and Sir Walter sat at the other. Sitting across from Tarzan was 
Sarah and her husband. And beside Tarzan - somehow a young 
unmarried woman named Margaret Wales who lived nearby had 
been quickly invited to dinner as his dinner partner. 

Margaret was a beautiful young woman and under other 
circumstances, Tarzan would've reacted to her presence and 
apparent ready availability. But the last three months of thinking of 
no one but Jane, and today's discoveries had tired Tarzan's mind 
so that he just wanted to eat a little food and rest - not sit at a 
formal dining table with a woman looking for someone to chase her 
in the standard English method that she was used to.

Mary Beth served dinner and seemed a little puzzled when Tarzan 
asked her if she had some meat that wasn't so overcooked - the 
meat was slightly pink and done on the outside. The dinner 
discussion switched to Tarzan as everyone but the hosts quizzed 
him about his life back in Africa, but he managed to sidestep some 
of the most difficult questions - how could he live among the 
savages, did they eat with forks, was it true that the women went 
around bare-chested, and other questions that he considered to be 
really dumb questions but which he answered with the appropriate 
social aplomb for his questioner's lack of real knowledge.

When dinner was over, he went straight to the guest bedroom, after 
politely turning down Margaret's suggestion to join her at a church 
social picnic on Sunday afternoon. He removed the suit and 
changed into the loincloth that felt better than the very 
uncomfortable suit and tie. Ten minutes after he laid down on the 
bed, he heard a slight noise. Sitting up in the bed, he saw that 
someone had shoved a note under his bedroom door. Picking up 
the note, he read:

	"Dress comfortably and be ready at 10 pm."

It wasn't signed but the flowing handwriting and slight trace of 
perfume indicated that its author was a woman - Lady Jane from 
the light perfume remaining on the note.

He removed the knife from his suit and laid back down on the bed 
as he waited. Within minutes, there was a timid knock on the door. 
He silently walked across the floor and opened the door, discovering 
Mary Beth. She stared at him as if she'd never seen an almost 
naked man wearing a loincloth and carrying a fourteen inch long 
knife before.

Holding her fingers over her lips in the time honored suggestion to 
be quiet, she turned and led him down the hallway to the servant's 
staircase which deposited them in the kitchen. He followed her 
through the kitchen and outside the house where they headed on a 
path that Tarzan knew could only lead to the barn. As soon as he 
was sure that they were far enough away where they couldn't be 
heard by anyone in the house, Tarzan asked "How is Jack?"

Mary Beth paused - a look of confusion on her face. Then she 
answered "Jack ran off with a former friend of mine that used to 
work here - a French maid named Dominique who had a shapely 
body that he preferred over my large body. I haven't seen him in 
over three years since the two of them quit the estate and ran away 
together. How did you know about him?"

Tarzan replied softly "It's a long story that I don't wish to tell 
tonight. Please continue."

Understanding that the semi-naked man wouldn't reveal any more 
details, she led Tarzan to the barn and back into the little stall. The 
place where the teenaged Jane had privately celebrated her 18th 
birthday with her real friends just before she had embarked on her 
African adventure. The current Lady Jane was sitting on a haybale, 
sipping a drink as she smoked a cigarette. She had changed from 
the beautiful evening dress into the comfortable but old dress that 
the younger Jane had liked to wear but that her father hated.

Lady Jane said "Thanks for bringing him down here." Mary Beth 
grinned and winked at her Mistress as if there was a hidden secret 
before she turned around to leave them along.

Tarzan sat down on a nearby haybale, keeping a little distance 
between him and his former body. She acknowledged his presence 
by declaring "Pour yourself a drink. I thought that we needed to 
talk in private and this is the best place that I know."

He poured a little of the alcohol into his glass as she continued "My 
husband is sound asleep. Normally he can handle drinking his 
wine but one glass of brandy and he's out like a light. So Mary 
Beth made sure that he constantly had enough Brandy so that he 
called it an early evening as soon as dinner was over. I know that 
you thought earlier today that the dodo-brained Sarah is my best 
friend, but my best friend has always really been Mary Beth. When 
my husband brought me back home and my father discovered that 
I had no memory of early life at Parker Manor, he filled the house 
with only the childhood friends that he wanted me to be around, 
thinking that he could now shape me into the proper little English 
Lady that he always wanted me to be. But he didn't know that I 
would sneak out here at night to be with people that I discovered 
were my real friends - Mary Beth, Harry, and Jack who would tell 
me the things that my father's friends weren't telling me. And 
that's why I asked you to join me out here. I know my complete life 
history except that sometimes I feel that there are some things that 
my dear husband doesn't want me to know about my life in 
Africa."

"Such as?"

She sat back on the haybale, spreading her legs wide open in an 
unfeminine movement as she made herself comfortable before 
answering "Such as who's the baby's father? I didn't suspect that 
I was pregnant until I was aboard the ship headed to England and 
didn't really confirm it until after I got here, but either Lawrence 
was born a little under eight months after conception or I had a 
very close boyfriend in Africa, besides Walt. Seeing as how my dear 
husband hasn't been able to duplicate the impregnation no matter 
how hard or often he tries with me, it appears that Lawrence's 
father might have been someone else from my forgotten Africa. Was 
it you?"

Not sure what to tell her, Tarzan hesitated a second then replied "I 
can assure you that in my entire male life, I've never had sex with 
you."

She puffed on her cigarette then asked "Do you know who the 
father of my child is?"

He sipped his drink, letting it burn his throat in the delightful way 
that good brandy burns, as he tried to come up with an acceptable 
lie before replying "I didn't know that you were ever pregnant until 
I saw the child today. I assumed it to be your husband's child."

She stared at him as she slowly let a trace of cigarette smoke 
escape her lungs "Bull shit. Who are you and how do we know each 
other?"

"That's not a very lady-like response."

"When I'm with my husband, I'm one hundred percent a Lady. 
When I'm with people that I consider to be my real friends, I 
usually ignore the proper etiquette and speak frankly. Would you 
prefer that I go back to being the giggling dodo brain that you've 
seen all day?"

"No, I like this open relationship better. As for your question - let it 
suffice for now to know that we were in similar circumstances in 
the jungle. You escaped with the help of the man that you've 
accepted as your husband and I learned to live the life that was 
forced upon me."

A twinkle gleamed in her eye "Aha. So there is a mystery about my 
jungle life that my husband refuses to tell me and that you don't 
want to reveal yet. What do I have to do, to get you tell me the 
truth? Do you want me to let you fuck me? Would you tell me if I 
gave you a blow job?"

Tarzan thought for several seconds, knowing that if the 
circumstances were reversed, he would seek the same answers, but 
at the same time recognizing that the truth can hurt.

After ten or twenty seconds of silence, Tarzan began talking, not 
really knowing where he was going, except that he wouldn't tell the 
whole truth at this time "We were lovers, but there were at least 
three men that shared a bed with your body back during that time. 
There was an outlaw gang that tried to rob and pillage the village - 
that's how you got hurt and lost your memory. I fought the gang 
and Sir Walter took care of you. There was this big waterfall and the 
two of you went over it while we were fighting the outlaws. I thought 
that you had died and gave up on ever seeing you again; but 
somehow the two of you escaped. Recently I discovered that there 
was a slight chance that you lived through the waterfall and came 
looking for you. That's it."

She tilted her head back slightly as if she was examining something 
then responded "People can be lovers without having relationships. 
I hope that my personality back then was strong enough so that I 
just didn't let anyone in my bed. Were we close?"

"The jungle tribe believed in everyone pulling their own weight and 
your body was part of their breeding program, so you were mated 
with whomever the `hero' of the moment was. I became one of your 
lovers after your then-current's lover's time was up. We were close 
- close as defined as we liked each other and enjoyed each other's 
company; but there was never any real or longtime commitment 
between us. There was a strong sexual attraction between us." 

She stood up and dropped her cigarette on the floor, putting it out 
with one practiced motion before she walked across the few feet 
between them. Tarzan was still sitting on the haybale so his eye 
level was a few inches below your eye level. They stared into each 
other's eyes for several seconds before she softly exclaimed "I 
suspected something like that. When I first saw you today, I found 
it difficult to stare at your face instead of at your cock. I felt a 
strong urge to undress you so I escaped with Lawrence while I 
thought about my unusual feelings. I thought that it was only me 
that you were arousing, but Mary Beth assured me that just about 
every young woman in the household was feeling the same way. 
Later when Sarah and I were whispering, Sarah was trying to figure 
out some way to spend the night then accidentally wander down 
the hallway to your room, but I headed that off. Not that I wouldn't 
mind seeing a little active sex around here, but as a proper Lady, I 
have to control the local gossip. As for us, I knew that you figured 
prominently in my past somehow but wasn't sure how. I hope you 
understand but when I lost my memory, I also lost that past and 
don't have any desires to re-open that period of my life. No matter 
how close we were back then, that part of my life is dead."

"I understand," whispered Tarzan's baritone voice as they stared 
into each other's eyes. "a lot of water has passed down the valley 
and neither of us are the person that we were back then. I 
understand the reason for your request and will respect it. I wish 
your husband a long life so that he may enjoy the company of his 
beautiful wife and young son." 

"Thank you. I've always felt that there was something that Walt 
wasn't telling me and your story just filled in some of those gaps. I 
won't let my husband know that I know the truth. I've got to go 
back to the house before he wakes up and discovers that I've 
missing. How long are you staying with us?"

"I'll be leaving in the morning - back to my home in Africa."

A faint smile appeared on her face "I thought as much. Promise me 
two things - stay until after breakfast and when you get back to 
your room, you'll find a gift. The gift is a special gift from me to you 
and I want you to take it back to Africa with you. I know that you'll 
enjoy it and make appropriate use of it. Consider it as my gift for 
caring enough about me to come all this way and then to turn 
around and go back home. No matter how weird my request 
sounds, promise me that you'll do that."

Tarzan nodded, knowing that he wouldn't break his word to her.

******

The gift in his room was a naked Mary Beth in his bed. She was 
completely naked and waiting for him. As soon as he saw her, a 
faint smile appeared on his face as he remembered his promise to 
Lady Jane to take his gift back to Africa with him.

Four years of living as a man in a communal relationship with a lot 
of the Amazon Women had taught Tarzan a lot about making love, 
but Mary Beth wrote a new chapter in his book that night. Not only 
was she the largest woman that he'd ever bedded but she also had 
the biggest breasts and the tightest vagina that he'd ever 
encountered. Her barrel shaped chest was almost too big to reach 
around her and her large breasts were bigger than a nursing 
woman's breasts. Between his aggressive pounding and her equally 
enjoyable reaction, they broke the wooden bed slats so that it fell to 
the floor.

Daylight found Tarzan sleeping alone on a mattress on the floor. He 
had slept the sleep of the exhausted - finally finding rest in the 
loving arms of his childhood best friend after his long travel.

When he woke up, he cleaned himself and dressed in his only 
clothes; then went downstairs to finish his promise - to leave after 
breakfast.

Sir Walter, Lady Jane and little Lawrence were already waiting for 
him in the breakfast room. A smiling Sir Walter held his pipe in a 
reflective manner as he mused out loud "Sounded like the worst 
storm that ever hit this estate last night. Between the booming 
thunder and other noise, I didn't sleep a wink. I hope that you had 
a better night than I did?"

Lady Jane's voice hinted of suppressed laughter as she chided her 
husband for his slightly off-color remark "Walt, please not in front 
of the child!"

"Best that I've slept in months." Responded Tarzan as Mary Beth 
came into the room with a breakfast tray. Mary Beth's face was 
slightly red - either from embarrassment or cooking.

The rest of the morning was spent as if Tarzan was a long lost close 
relative. He played with the boy, wresting and allowing the boy to 
win as they played their games. Occasionally Lady Jane would 
participate in some of the chasing, lifting her skirt as she dainty 
ran around the furniture, giggling like a teenager as her son caught 
her or tagged her. 

By mid-morning, Tarzan's coach was ready to leave but he wasn't 
ready. There was something about being back home, about being 
with Lady Jane, about being with the boy that been conceived as a 
result of sex between a very young Tarzan and Jane in their real 
bodies, about being here and feeling as if he belonged here. 
Somewhat reluctantly, he allowed himself to be escorted by his 
hosts to the front lobby where Lady Jane asked her husband "I've 
enjoyed our guest's visit and would you mind if I gave him a proper 
send-off?"

Sir Walter nodded and she stepped forward, tilting her head as she 
rose on her tiptoes, offering her lips to Tarzan. He bowed his head 
and their lips met for five seconds, then she pulled away as she 
whispered "Take good care of your gift. She'll be a good mother to 
your children."


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