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Jane	
by Waldo	

Chapter 1a 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 1 - Home life	2
Chapter 2 - The Lost City Legend	15
Chapter 3 - Nasroi's Tall Tales	28
Chapter 4 - Kill the bastard!	45
Chapter 5 - The Waterfall	61
Chapter 6 - Acceptance of the new identity	74
Chapter 7 - Home at last	89
Chapter 8 - The barn	102
Chapter 9 - The letter	111

Jane

by Waldo

Chapter 1 - Home life

>From the upper window of his mansion, Sir Jerome Parker watched 
the unusually large party in the mansion's outdoor courtyard 
below his window. The mid-day party was to celebrate his only 
daughter's 18th's birthday. 

Or the birthday celebration was what the very beautiful and young 
Jane Parker was supposed to believe was the only reason for the 
party. While all of her exclusive Finishing School girlfriends and her 
relatives, as well as the communities social elite, were attending her 
yearly birthday party as usual, he had also found some way to 
invite the entire senior class of Cambridge University - the 
completely all-male class of 1889. All two hundred and twelve of 
England's most promising young men of tomorrow's generation 
were down in the courtyard. Some of them were destined as their 
natural birthright, to go on to become future leading English 
statesmen, following in their father's footsteps as they became the 
next generation of English politicians. Other young men, whose 
families weren't as well politically connected, would enter the 
scientific fields, becoming either doctors or architects or scientists 
or explorers. Most of them would return to live at their family 
estates, dedicating their lives to managing the large family estates 
that had typically been in their family for generations. 

Either way that their individual futures went, below in the brightly 
festooned courtyard were some of the most eligible single men in 
England - nay, below were THE MOST ELIGIBLE young Englishmen 
by Sir Jerome's very high social standards. He was convinced that 
Jane should be able to meet and find someone at this party that 
would satisfy even her very high personal requirements. If 
everything went the way that he planned it, the next time that 
Parker Manor hosted a large party, it would be to celebrate Jane's 
engagement.

******

"Jane, may I have the honor of introducing you to Harold Boswell 
the fifth, the eldest scion of the very honorable Lord Boswell, from 
Goswell County."

The very beautiful and petite dark-haired young woman turned to 
face the properly dressed handsome young man that her older male 
cousin was introducing to her. Holding her fan demurely at her side 
as she had been taught in her Finishing School etiquette classes, 
she curtsied while the tall, handsome young man bowed as 
expected during formal introductions between proper young 
English gentlemen and ladies. Finishing her curtsy, she held her 
dainty wrist out, allowing the young man to step forward, and bow 
again as he lightly kissed the back of her china-white hand.

After the formal introductions were completed, Jane smiled as she 
asked "Is your father_.?"

"Yes. If the 1892 English elections go the way that my Father 
predicts, he will become the next Prime Minister of England. He'll 
move into Number 10 Downey Street while I stay at the estate, 
managing the beautiful estate that I'll eventually inherit." The 
young man replied in a rather haughty tone as he boasted of his 
father's current dreams.

"Sounds very exciting. I wish your Father success." Replied the 
young woman as she adjusted her large, billowing skirt slightly and 
adjusted her parasol to keep the sun's damaging rays from 
touching her china-white complexion. She turned to walk slowly 
through the large courtyard garden, knowing that the young, 
dapper-dressed young man would accompany her as she strolled 
through the small groups of young people that were standing 
around the large garden talking. She knew her father had an 
ulterior motive - such as finding her a future husband - to inviting 
the twenty-some young women from her Finishing School and the 
two-hundred-plus young male aristocrats, in addition to her usual 
gaggle mixture of cousins and close friends. The additional new 
guests made the party somewhat more stuffy as they observed the 
expected formalities but it also made a ten to one male to female 
ratio.

She wasn't upset with her father's actions although this wasn't 
what she would've preferred for her birthday. She knew that her 
father was worried that she would become an old maid - after all 
she was eighteen and wasn't even engaged yet. 

Jane was too much of a modern woman for her father. Instead of 
sitting home and working on her quilts, Jane preferred to sneak 
down to the horse stables and find a spirited steed that she would 
gallop across the rolling fields at breakneck speed, riding a man's 
saddle instead of the more normal ladies sidesaddle. She would 
hike her skirt up on the pommel to get it out of the way and prod 
the horse to run at breakneck speed as she guided the horse across 
her father's large estate. Or she would go down to the nearby river 
that flowed near the mansion and swim - as if she was a 
commoner. She had made herself something that she called a 
bathing suit - using pictures from an American catalog - and she 
would spend hours wearing that scandalous and revealing 
swimming outfit while she swam in the nearby river. Or she would 
spend all day hiking across the fields and bogs, returning home in 
the late evening, very muddy and tired from her strenuous exercise. 
It had only been in the last two-three years that her father had 
been able to convince her that proper women didn't wear pants 
and that ladies - especially ladies of his family - didn't work with 
field hands in the garden estates. If she wanted to get her hands 
dirty, she could work in her flower garden.

Pulled from her reverie, Jane nodded to a giggling Sarah and Saddie 
who were surrounded by about ten young suitors. Both young 
women were obviously enjoying the attention of the young men. 
Saddie was her cousin and Sarah was her current best friend. 
She'd met Sarah in the Finishing School and her father had 
encouraged the friendship, as he attempted to push Jane and Mary 
Beth further apart. 

Mary Beth - like Jane - had been born and lived all her life on the 
Parker Manor Estate. Only Mary Beth was the daughter of the cook 
and one of the gardeners. She was one year older than Jane and 
was the person that Jane's father blamed for Jane's errant ways. 
Mary Beth had never been schooled in the proper manners 
expected of a woman - after all, she was only the daughter of a 
cook. Mary Beth was a tall, large-boned woman with a broad face, 
long blondish-red hair that she wore up in a proper bun, freckles, 
and had the heavy breasts, wide hips and long legs of her mother. 
Tipping the barn scales at one hundred and ninety pounds, the 
nineteen year-old six-foot-two-inch tall maid looked very 
intimidating in her starched black and white maid's uniform. Her 
wide shoulders and tall heavy body made her look like she could 
whip any man, while her actual demeanor was quite the reverse. 
She was a very tender and gentlewoman that wanted nothing more 
than to be the mother to a house full of kids.

But to have kids, there has to be a father. So when a twelve year 
old Mary Beth first worked out the components of what it took to 
get pregnant, she began flirting with men - not for sex, but because 
she wanted to get pregnant. Over the years, Mary Beth had shared 
with Jane all of the details of her various lovers - she'd had five 
different men since her first man at twelve. Jane's father had 
forbidden Jane to talk with Mary Beth since that time that a 
fourteen-year-old Jane slipped out of the house at night and went 
to the local tavern with Mary Beth. When Jane's father learned 
that his only daughter had been seen in the local tavern dancing 
with local farm hands, he'd become extremely angry. He'd fired 
Mary Beth's parents and only recanted their dismissal when Jane 
promised to stay away from Mary Beth and to attend the Finishing 
School that she'd repeatedly turned down before. While Jane 
attended Finishing School to become a proper young lady, Mary 
Beth was given intensive moral's training by the local priests and 
only allowed to return to the Mansion as a maid with the 
understanding that she had to live a very chaste lifestyle or be 
permanently prohibited from the Mansion. 

Jane's attention was pulled back to the present when Sarah 
winked conspiratorially at Jane before returning her attention to 
the young man who was expounding his personal views as to why 
America would one day ask Britain to take the former colony back. 
Although Sarah's hand was spoken for, she was permitted to 
partake in the festivities, which were conducted under the clear 
oversight of the many chaperons that Jane's father had so 
thoughtfully provided.

Sarah was the type of daughter that Jane's father wanted Jane to 
be more like - the proper young lady. Sarah liked to sew, 
experiment with the newest fashionable hairstyles, cook fancy 
dinners for her family, bake cookies for the church, and practice 
her piano and flute music. 

Unlike Jane, Sarah was engaged to a young man whom she would 
marry when he returned from his military assignment as an officer 
in Her Majesty's Service in India. Sarah had met the man on her 
fifteenth birthday and become engaged the same week, promising to 
marry him when he returned from fulfilling his military obligation 
in India. Jane kept asking Sarah how she could love a man that 
she'd only spent a total of ten hours in his company two years ago, 
which was shared with their ever-constant chaperon. Sarah 
explained by discussing the man's ancestors and his future place 
in London society once he returned from his current military 
officer's position. Jane asked about love, about knowing the person 
that Sarah had committed her life to, and Sarah responded by 
listing the man's pedigree again.

"__.. and after I finished Eton, my father wanted me to attend a law 
school. But as I told dear old dad, England has enough lawyers. I 
convinced him that he should allow me to practice medicine. So 
after I finish my medical training, I'll return to the family estate as 
Lord and Master. But enough about me, am I boring you?" the 
young man asked as they scrolled beneath the upstairs windows 
where Jane could see her father watching the festivities as he 
smoked his cigar.

"No, I find your story very interesting. Please continue." She 
suggested politely, as she tried to think of some polite way to get 
away from him. 

He smiled down at her. Everyone smiled down at her because of her 
very small body. Jane was a very petite five foot two inches tall and 
weighed only ninety-eight pounds. Her perfectly proportional body 
was slightly top heavy and her slender child-like waist looked so 
small that a lot of men imagined that they could encase her waist 
with their hands. Jane's small petite body was the same size as 
Mary Beth's body when Mary Beth was only nine years old. Even 
with her natural small waist size, Jane was forced into wearing a 
corset under her dress because slender waists were the fashion 
statement of the decade.

"I'm very interested in someday being the Dean of a Medical 
School. I've always wanted to teach, ever since I was twelve when 
I__." He rambled on as they walked.

******

Sarah was holding her teacup above her saucer, her little finger 
sticking up as they'd been taught in the Finishing School. Beside 
Jane on the living room couch, Saddie was finishing her review of 
the different young men that the three of them had met during the 
afternoon party.

"He was such a bore. Honestly, Sarah, I felt like choking you when 
you suggested that he join us for tea some afternoon. All he could 
do, was talk about his uncle and how the Queen had said or did 
this with his uncle. You'd think that his uncle was the only person 
that the Queen ever talked to."

Jane piped in, trying to hide the sarcasm with her sugary tone "But 
Saddie, the three of us girls know that your father approves him to 
be your suitor. If you don't honor your father's wishes, you may 
miss marrying the most eligible bachelor in the world."

"Jane!!! How dare you say such a thing? You've just about given 
your poor dear father a heart attack by refusing to choose anyone. 
After all, you're getting to be a rather - shall I say - aged person 
who still hasn't found her Mister Right." She giggled, amused at 
her own wit.

The door opened and all three hushed for a second. A maid pushing 
a cart filled with fresh tea and cookies entered the room. Sarah 
continued her rating of the different young men as the maid 
replaced the half-empty teapot and began serving the cookies as 
she refilled the three women's teacups. When the maid handed 
Jane's small plate of cookies to her, Jane glanced at the maid and 
slightly arched her eyebrows in a silent greeting as she said "Thank 
you, Mary Beth."

The maid's head nodded imperceptibly as she refilled Lady Jane's 
teacup and curtsied to her mistress. The other two women were 
laughing over Sarah's all-knowing description of one of the young 
men's fingers, about how thick and long his fingers were. As the 
maid left the room, Jane laughed also; not really sure why she was 
laughing but knowing that it was expected from her.

******

Her father was sitting in his private upstairs study, enjoying his 
customary after-dinner brandy and cigar. All of the guests had left 
and Jane had just thanked her father for the wonderful party. He 
had quizzed her about the young men "Had she meet anyone that 
she would like to meet in an appropriate social settings? What did 
she think of the young Boswell? Did Saddie behave herself?"

She had done her dutiful daughter routine, telling him as much as 
she dared about the many young men that she had met that day. 
Then she had begged to turn in early - it'd been a long and tiring 
day. She'd gone straight to her room and undressed, being very 
happy to get out of the large and uncomfortable billowing skirt and 
other lady's unmentionables. 

Then she slipped into a simple cotton dress that her father didn't 
like to see her wear - one that was comfortable instead of 
fashionable. One that he permitted her to keep and wear only 
within the privacy of her room. She spent a moment brushing her 
hair and staring at her delicate china-white facial features. She 
opened a drawer, removing the small bag of makeup - makeup, 
which her father prohibited her from wearing because he thought 
that unmarried women who painted their faces were common sluts. 
She spent a few moments adding a little color to her high 
cheekbones and a little red to her lips then extinguished the 
candles within her room, as if she'd turned in for the night.

Instead of going to bed, she tiptoed down the hallway to the 
Servant's staircase, which led her down to the empty kitchen. She 
slipped out the always-unlocked door and across the patio to the 
gate that led to the barn. She entered the large and dark barn, 
walking to the back of the barn, where the storage room was 
located. A glimmer of light escaping through a crack guided her to 
the storage room door, behind which she could hear someone 
talking in a low voice.

She opened the door, causing the voice to cease. Sitting on 
haybales, were Mary Beth, a twenty-four year-old French maid 
named Dominique, a gardener named Jack that was the same age 
as Jane, and a forty-year-old horse groomer named Harry - her real 
friends. All employees of her father.

Jack held up a glass, which Jane knew would be full of whiskey 
stolen from her father's liquor cabinet today. The servants enjoyed 
her father's parties because it gave them the opportunity to re-
direct excess food and some of the better liquids to their hidden 
stockpiles. Mary Beth hugged Jane as she whispered "Happy 
Birthday."

Jane laughed "Did you ever see so many pompous asses in one 
place? God help this country if they're the leaders of tomorrow. 
Harry, pour me a glass of that shit."

Harry handed her a filled whiskey tumbler, which she downed with 
one quick gulp. Staring at the empty glass, she loudly declared 
"The men got to drink this good shit while the ladies had to sip on 
tea. I almost picked up one man's unguarded glass but I knew that 
Father was watching from his window. He would die if he knew that 
my virgin lips had ever tasted this demon brew. If I were a boy, he 
would've introduced me to its delicious taste as part of my twelfth 
birthday - my coming-of-age birthday. Instead he had Aunt Jessica 
tell me her confused version of the birds and bees story which is 
supposed to somehow reveal the truth about sex. If only the old 
biddy had known that I already knew that story, she'd had a heart 
attack."

As Harry re-filled her tumbler, Jane sat down on a haybale and 
picked up Harry's pouch of tobacco. She expertly licked a cigarette 
paper, poured some tobacco onto the paper and rolled the paper 
into a cigarette. Harry struck a match and lit her cigarette. She 
leaned back against a hay bale, blew a cloud of smoke into the air 
and held up her refilled whisky tumbler as she declared "I think 
that you know that this is the birthday party that I preferred. 
Thanks for being my friends and understanding what I have to do 
to please the old man."

Harry called "Cheers." and each of them downed their tumbler of 
straight whiskey. Jane spread her legs in a very unlady-like 
position and enjoyed another deep lung-full of cigarette smoke 
before continuing "Did you see that one asshole that monopolized 
me all afternoon? I tried everything to get rid of him except to tell 
him to go get fucked. If he wasn't talking about how great his 
daddy was, he was talking about how much greater he was going to 
be someday. When we were in the midst of a group, I even stood 
close to him and released a small silent fart, then looked at him as 
if he'd done it; hoping that I could embarrass him so that he stayed 
away from me. But he apologized to me as if the smell was coming 
from him and kept talking his silly garbage. God, I hope that he's 
got a dick underneath those expensive trousers, because he surely 
doesn't have a brain in his head. How can father expect me to 
marry someone that self-centered and un-worldly?"

Jack laughed and started making an imaginary stroking motion as 
if he was masturbating "And I expect his lordship is lying on his 
silk sheets at this very moment, thinking of how much he 
impressed you. Glad that I'm not the one who'll have to clean his 
bed in the morning."

Mary Beth put her hands under her large breasts, lifting them and 
pressing them up to form a larger exposed cleavage as she 
exclaimed "The lordship in question, kept staring down my dress as 
I served him. He like's boobs so he's got some redeeming qualities. 
Some of those other `gentlemen' seemed to prefer each other's 
body to my body. There was one flaming faggot that kept waving his 
handkerchief as if he was the Queen of England."

Jane laughed loudly, the cigarette dangling from her red lips "I 
know which one of the pompous bastards that you're talking 
about. When I was introduced to one of his school friends, he 
smirked as if he knew that I wasn't any competition for his 
handsome friend's companionship. As soon as I finished my 
mandatory `how-the-fuck-are-you' introduction, I moved on while 
the little faggot rushed in to make sure that I hadn't contaminated 
his `special friend.' And the future Lord Boswell does like to look at 
women's breasts. He kept standing close to me and sneaking 
surreptitious glances down my bodice as if he'd never seen a 
perfect set of tits before."

Harry raised his glass in a toast "I second that. You've got a perfect 
set of tits, second only to my wife's tits."

Jane thrust her chest out and declared in mock anger "I've seen 
your wife's boobs. That's an insult to me and a fantasy for your 
wife."

Harry replied in a solemn tone "It's been four or five years since 
I've last seen your tits, so my memory might be failing. Why don't 
you show them to me so I can re-evaluate you?"

"Don't do it. He's only trying to goad you so that he can get a 
cheap thrill. Next, he'll next start telling you how he can trim a 
woman's pubic mound hair so that it's a perfect heart shape. The 
old bastard's only interested in getting to look at some real pussy. 
We know that his wife's cut him off again." Groaned Mary Beth as 
she lit her own cigarette.

Jane laughed as she held her glass up to respond to Harry's toast 
"Truce. We're too good friends to fight among ourselves. A toast to 
good friends that know when to fuck with each other and when to 
respect each other's boundaries."

After each of them emptied and re-filled their whiskey glasses, 
Jane's voice turned serious as she looked at each of her good 
companions "I'm sorry that I couldn't have the birthday party that 
I really preferred - here with you, my good friends. You don't know 
how much I appreciate your friendship. And I have some bad news, 
which I've been hiding from everyone because I didn't want anyone 
to try to talk me out of it. So I've save it for this moment. Tomorrow 
morning, I'm leaving."

Jack jumped to his feet "Leaving? But why?"

"I'm unable to continue being my father's daughter - or rather 
being the daughter that he wants me to be. If I stay here, I'll be 
married within the year to some pompous ass starched shirt that I 
don't love. A marriage arranged by my father who thinks that he's 
doing the best thing for me, ignoring my personal desires. My father 
thinks that I'm going to London to do some shopping for a week, 
but I've really booked passage on a boat to France, where I'll board 
a tramp steamer to Africa."

Mary Beth's lips curled in a snarl "Africa. There's nothing but 
naked savages there and snakes. I could enjoy the naked savages 
but snakes is a different matter."

"I know and that's why I going there. Reading my magazines, I've 
decided that France is much too civilized and America doesn't have 
any more wildernesses to explore. I want to go somewhere where 
women don't wear hoops under their skirts, where men don't 
dress formally for dinner, and where I can learn what it's like to be 
free. Some place where I can ride a horse without being looked at 
because I'm not riding sidesaddle. Some place where I can smoke a 
cigarette in public if I desire. Some place where I can swim butt-ass 
naked if I so desire. Some place where I can meet a real man 
instead of all those phony assholes who think that manhood is 
dependent upon birthrights. So I'm running away from my home to 
search for my dreams. I've made arrangements to join a safari 
where I'll travel into the darkest jungle to explore territory that only 
men have seen before. To get that deep into the jungle, I've 
accepted a job as secretary to the safari leader where I'll record our 
journey's accomplishments. I'm going to do some of the things that 
I want to do with my life before I'm forced to marry and bear some 
stuffed shirt's children."

Mary Beth gave Jane an all-knowing nod "Aye. I've watched you 
grow up with me over the years. I've been allowed to do some of the 
things that I wanted to do because of my low station in life, while 
I've watched you suffer when you tried to get the same limited 
experience. I've seen you cry because you couldn't row your boat 
instead of practice your piano. I've seen your father get angry over 
men who would make you a good husband just because they didn't 
have the proper ancestors. I know where you're coming from and I 
wish you luck. I wish that I was going with you, but as you know, 
Jack's waiting for his uncle to die. When his uncle dies, Jack will 
inherit his house and ten acres of farmland. If we're still happy 
with each other at that time, we'll get married and fill that little 
farmhouse with our children. Think about us as you travel and take 
care of yourself."

*******


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