Message-ID: <3569eli$9709011201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane -Chapter 1a of 9b Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970830115821_265217654@emout15.mail.aol.com> 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." ******* -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /