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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 7b 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





Turning quickly, Tarzan walked out of the room, down the large 
staircase and out through the large double doors into the 
courtyard. He saw her sitting under the canopy as he approached 
her from behind. When he was about ten feet away, she turned and 
stared at him as he stopped to stare at her.

It was the same classic and delicate face that the former Jane 
Palmer had grown up with - only it really wasn't the same. The last 
time that the former Jane Parker seen that pretty face reflected 
back in a mirror or pool of still water, it'd been the face of a 
rebellious young girl still in her teens. This was the same face, but 
it was now the beautiful face of a young woman - a proper lady. A 
face that looked more like Jane's deceased mother than the 
somewhat submissive but still wild teenaged Jane that had ran 
away from this beautiful home.

Gone was the golden tan from the months of constant exposure to 
the hot African sun, replaced with the pale china-white complexion 
so favored by English nobles. The long mass of curled hair looked 
as if it had to be curled every morning by one of the maids with a 
hot curling iron to give it the many large and delicate curls of the 
latest hairstyles - a hairstyle of a Lady used to afternoon teas and 
formal dinners. The face appeared softer but it could've been part 
of the illusion caused by the makeup - a reddish rouge on the 
cheeks to give some color to the china-white flawless complexion, a 
touch of scarlet crimson on the lips and a little mascara to highlight 
the eyes. The same makeup that Jane's mother had worn and the 
face made up the way that the former teenage Jane had been 
taught in her finishing school so many years before. 

Dangling from each of the woman's ears were earrings, large 
golden earrings that were inserted through pierced ears that the 
tomboyish former Jane Parker had sworn so many times in her 
teenage years that her ears would never be pierced. As a young 
child, she had hated the thought of mutilating her body just to 
wear something that declared her to be a woman. Although Jane's 
Finishing School friends were very deep into the pierced ears look 
and associated earrings, it was something that Jane thought would 
only be a passing fad. 

The woman standing in front of him was wearing a long white 
crinoline skirt, hoops, and long sleeved, high-neck frilly white 
blouse with long puffed out sleeves. The skirt had several layers of 
frilly petticoats under it, giving it a full look that was pleasing but 
difficult to sit down in. The too-slender waist and slight evidence of 
corset stays indicated that the woman's body was completely 
encased in several layers of clothes. The clothes that the teenager 
Jane had hated to wear - the type of socially-acceptable formal 
clothes that her father constantly insisted that she wear. 

Around the woman's slender neck was a delicate string of pearls 
that Tarzan remembered had been a marriage gift from Jane's 
father to Jane's mother. The blouse was buttoned on the top 
button by a cameo pin that had been in Jane's family for years and 
left to her by her long-ago deceased mother. On her finger was a 
simple gold band - a wedding ring.

Tarzan had almost forgotten how small and dainty his former body 
was. He didn't have time to do any adjustment right after the body 
exchange and seeing his former body standing here, dressed like a 
Victorian doll, made it look so small and delicate. Also four years of 
being in a tall male body associating with the tall Amazon Women 
had adjusted his memory of his former body. His memory of his 
former body was that of a woman that was almost as tall as his 
eyes. Instead he was staring at a woman whose eye level was just a 
little above his nipple level. 

A smile formed on the young Lady Jane's face as she held out her 
slender hand so that her male guest could kiss the back of it in the 
proper greeting method "My maid told me that we had a handsome 
visitor from Africa. Welcome to my home. I'm Lady Jane Desmond 
and I understand that you've already talked to my husband. Please 
call me Jane."

A faint delicate aroma reached his sensitive nose which he 
recognized as an expensive French perfume. Tarzan didn't move as 
he stared at his former body, still finding it difficult to accept the 
fact that she didn't recognize her former male body or remember 
any of their short life together. Because he didn't follow the 
standard social protocol of kissing her offered hand as a greeting, 
she quickly dropped her hand and continued her greeting although 
her guest wasn't following standard protocols "Let me introduce 
the rest of my family. Lawrence, come here, please."

The head of a small boy popped out from between bushes. Then he 
ran across the grass into her skirt, wrapping his short arms around 
her leg as the small boy turned to face Tarzan. The young boy was 
about three to four years old and dressed in the new Buster Brown 
fashion - brown shorts, a white shirt with bow-tie, a little brown 
jacket, and brown shoes with knee-high white socks. His hair was 
parted in the middle and there was a smudge of dirt on his face 
where he'd been playing in the bushes.

Jane calmly wet the tip of her finger with her tongue and used that 
dampness to clean the smudge from his face as she stated in a very 
vibrant and positive tone of voice "Lawrence, this is Mister Tarzan. 
He'll be staying with us at least tonight and maybe longer 
depending upon his plans. Please welcome him to our home."

The little boy stepped forward timidly holding out his hand, then 
dropped his hand as he ran around Tarzan. Spinning around, 
Tarzan saw the little boy run up to Sir Walter who was just coming 
out the doors.

The woman's soft voice had a hint of frustration as she laughingly 
declared in the soprano voice that sounded so familiar yet so 
different "That boy's going to be the death of me yet. I hope that 
you forgive him his bad manners because of his youth."

As he turned to face her, he discovered that she had moved closer 
to him - so close that he could've touched her; her perfume almost 
overpowering him as its delicate scent filled his sensitive nostrils. 
She looked up at him, her face somewhat blank except for the 
formal smile that he knew that she used with strangers "I suppose 
that my dear husband told you about my complete memory loss 
while I was in Africa. So I hope you'll forgive me if I don't 
remember meeting you during my travels there. Are you planning 
on being in England for awhile?"

He stared into her eyes, trying to ignore the unfamiliar mascara 
and other eye-enhancing makeup that he had experimented with as 
a teenage female so many years before. He tried to ignore the 
impulse to take her into his arms and to kiss her, knowing that 
unacceptable act could drive her away before he really had a 
chance to talk to her. He tried to look deep into her soul, to try to 
find the hidden memories that he knew had to still be buried there. 
She looked back into his eyes, her dark eyes revealing nothing as 
she softly asked "How well did we know each other?"

Before he could answer, Sir Walter came up, holding onto the boy 
that was more interested in running away again than meeting the 
strange new man, interjecting "My dear, I hope that you've 
convinced our guest that he must spend the night. We've got so 
much to talk about."

She broke the eye contact as she smiled at her husband. Stepping 
over beside the old man, she expertly shifted the little boy's hand 
from his father's grasp to her small hand "Most assuredly. Now if 
you gentlemen will forgive me, I'll take Lawrence upstairs for his 
nap and see you gentlemen at Tea."

She held onto the boy's hand with one hand, while lifting her long 
skirt with the other hand as she walked away. Sir Walter sat down 
in one of the chairs under the canopy as he pointed at the 
departing woman and child declaring "As you can see, she has no 
memory - of you or her life before the waterfall. She doesn't even 
really remember the waterfall, only portions of the first couple of 
days coming down the river. I hope by now that you see that she's 
not the woman that you knew. That woman's long dead. This 
woman is a lady who enjoys her life on this estate and her family. 
She only remembers what her father and I have told her about her 
past life. Do you still plan to kill me? If so, it will only give you 
revenge and as you can see, it won't return her to you. She'll hate 
you and will use her vast fortune to hunt you down as if you were 
the villain."

A very quiet and contemplative Tarzan sat down across from the old 
man, knowing that the old man was right and that it was time to 
consider changing his plans.


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