Chapter 4: Mom, Can I Keep Her?

   It wasn't difficult for the pair to fall quickly into a restful slumber.
Both were tired, Penny especially so, and Boy knew they were safe from
almost all predators.  He knew that, by the time they wakened in the
morning that the bats would have come back in small groups and would again
be deep in the tunnel.

   He woke first, of course.  His arms were full of soft, pliant woman.  He
rolled and pulled his arm out from under her gently, trying not to wake
her. They would still have to walk until the sun was high overhead to get
home, and he wanted her in better shape when she got there, than she was
when she got to the cave.  He quickly went to the entrance and went down to
find them food.

   When he got back she was still snoring softly.  He looked at her naked
body and his prick stiffened again.  He stared at her pink nipples, so
different from those of the native women.  Suddenly he remembered seeing
his father sucking on his mother's nipples, which were darker brown than
this woman's pink ones.  His mother seemed to like it very much.  He got
down on all fours and inched his lips to the one he could get to most
easily.

   First he licked it with just the tip of his tongue.  It didn't taste
like anything.  Then he closed his lips over it and sucked...  just a
little.  Still no taste.  But it did feel nice in his mouth.  He adjusted
his lips to get a little more and sucked harder.  She murmured in her sleep
and he lifted his head.  She was smiling.  He went back down for more and
she rolled onto her back.  That let him get to the other one and he sucked
on that one too.  Her hands came up to his head and held him to her breast.

   Penny opened her eyes.  What he was doing to her nipples felt so
wonderful she knew she could have an orgasm just from that if he kept doing
it.  She ruffled his hair.  He was very gentle when he wanted to be, not
savage at all.  He raised his head and then straightened up, letting his
knees support him.  Her eyes flitted to his penis, which was, once again,
long and hard.

   Penny wanted more than anything at that moment to spread her legs and
let him back inside her.  But there were no bats scaring her to death now,
and she had her wits about her much more than she had the night before. 
And those wits told her that she should not let this man think that she was
his any time he wanted her.  She had to regain control of the situation,
and get on with her mission somehow.

   For the first time since she met him, it occurred to her to ask him if
he knew Tarzan of the Apes.  She pushed him away from her breasts. 
Something in her cried when she did it, but she stamped that out in her
mind.

   "Tarzan?" she asked.  "Do you know Tarzan?"

   The man had been looking longingly at the breasts she had just pushed
him away from.  When she said the name he looked at her.  She saw something
there...  something guarded.  His face went blank.

   "You DO know Tarzan!" she said.  "You MUST take me to him.  Please, I
MUST find Tarzan.  It's very important." When the man didn't react her
lawyer's mind kicked in.  "I can pay you!" she said.

   Boy was disgusted.  Outsiders always thought all they had to do was
offer money, and they could get what they wanted.  Money was worthless in
the jungle and, though he had seen some things that money could get that
were useful, he had no interest in it, or in those who offered it so
glibly.

   He stood up as much as he could in the cave.  Her eyes noted that his
penis was now limp, hanging between his thighs.  Something in her cried at
the loss of that erection too.  Her brilliant barrister's mind came to the
uneasy conclusion that she had just made a horrible mistake in pushing him
away.

   But before she could examine that thought further, he shoved some kind
of plant at her.  When she looked at it, confused, he pulled it back and
took a bite out of it.  Then, dropping it beside her he turned and went to
the cave entrance.  He stared at her from there, like he was examining her
for some flaw.  Then he picked up the briefcase, slung it over his
shoulder, and left, climbing down the face of the cliff.

   Penny gave a little yelp as she realized he wasn't coming back.  Her
eyes darted around the cave, looking for anything she should take with her,
and she felt foolish as she realized anything they needed they could just
pick up in the jungle.  Then she scurried out and looked down.

   She gasped.

   They had climbed some fifteen meters up on the cliff face, and in
climbing up, she had never needed to look down.  Now, trying to see how she
could follow him, she panicked.  She called for him, and when he looked up
at her she tried to explain that she couldn't do this.  She told him she
didn't know how to climb down.  She begged him to come back.

   He just kept going and she cursed herself for thinking he could
magically understand her.  She turned and, shaking with fear, felt around
below the cave opening with one foot, finding a small niche to put her toes
in.  It hurt.

   What had taken her perhaps ten minutes to climb, took her almost an hour
to get down.  Several times she screamed at the boy - she was calling him a
boy again in her anger - begging, promising him anything, threatening him,
asking him to come get her and help her down.  He just sat on the forest
floor and watched as she fumbled her way down the rock face.  Her breasts
and hands got the worst of it.  They scraped on the rock painfully as she
slowly made her way down.

   When she finally got to solid ground, she wanted to attack the boy and
beat him with her fists, but she was just too tired.  She shook with relief
at being down.  She sat down to rest and instantly the boy was up and
walking back toward the trail they'd left the day before.

   Thirty minutes later they were back on the trail and moving slowly. 
Penny still wasn't acclimated to the jungle, or to walking barefoot.

   When they came to a small clear running stream she yelled at Boy and sat
down to soak her feet.  Then, feeling the wonderful cool water, she scooted
the rest of her into the shallow rill, trying to cool off.

   Boy came over and splashed water on her, smiling.  She splashed back and
soon they were madly thrashing the water at each other, laughing like
children.  He stood up and his erection pointed right at her.

   Penny was conflicted.  His cock looked so delicious she wanted to use
her mouth on it.  She had only done that one time in her whole life, and it
was to get something she particularly wanted and couldn't get any other
way. She had gagged on that cock, when it started spurting.  She didn't
think she'd do that if she sucked the juices out of this one.

   Then, remembering that she wanted to keep things under control, she
thought again about that first cock she'd sucked, and how awful it had
been. Those thoughts helped her overcome her desire to let this disturbing
boy affect her sexually.

   Firmly she said "NO!  No sex!" She put her hand up and struggled to her
feet.  She pointed down the path.  "We go!  We go there!"

   Then, thinking she was brilliant one minute for being in such good
control of her desires, and thinking she was stupid beyond belief for
turning away something so fabulous and exciting, she started off down the
path.

   Boy was puzzled.  What they had done last night might not have been
planned, but it had been wonderful.  And he knew she had loved it too.  So
why didn't she want to play now?  Boy was experiencing what all men find
out sooner or later.

   You can't understand women.

   They made it another two hours and were getting close to home when she
had to stop to rest again.  This time she just sat down in the middle of
the trail, her shoulders drooping dejectedly.

   "Where are we GOING?!" she moaned.  "We've been walking for two DAYS and
I can't tell if we've actually moved even a hundred meters!"

   Boy stared at her, silent.  She needed to be cheered up.  He looked at
her big full breasts and her cherry pink nipples.  They were dirty and
scratched, but he leaned over and sucked one into his mouth.

   "Mmmmmm" moaned Penny as she felt the wonderful tingling of his mouth on
her.  Then she snapped alert.  If she let him do this he'd be filling her
pussy up in no time.  She pushed him away.  "No!" she said firmly.

   "You can't just assault me whenever you feel like it." she scolded.  In
her own mind, if she called it an 'assault' then she could also pretend she
hadn't permitted it to happen...  and loved it.

   Finally she stood up and followed again.  Half an hour later they turned
a corner in the trail and she stopped, staring.

   Up ahead was a system of tree houses that immediately brought to mind
Swiss Family Robinson.  There were three of them, with bridges built of
wood and vines connecting them.  They had thatched roofs, such as the
natives in this area were rumored to use, but the sides were open to the
breezes.  They were ten meters up off the jungle floor, about the same
height as the mid level forest canopy.

   The boy stopped, cupped his hands by his mouth as if he were going to
shout, and a strange ululating warbling noise issued from his throat that
sent both fear and a thrill through Penny at the same time.  It was
obviously a call of some kind.

   To her amazement, a like call was returned, from up ahead.

   She saw something flashing through the trees...  an animal of some
kind...  one of the primates, and, so rapidly she could hardly believe it
the same chimpanzee that had licked her pussy, or so it looked to her, was
on the ground, jumping and hooting and gastrulating with its hairy arms in
front of the boy.

   Again the boy spoke in some guttural language that the chimp seemed to
understand and it dashed back in the direction of the compound.

   Boy felt better knowing that Cheetah had already reported that the 'new
person' had been found by Boy and saved from 'the enemy'.  He knew his
parents would have many questions and was surprised that his father hadn't
already sought him out to see what Cheetah's ramblings were about.  Cheetah
had a limited vocabulary and often said things in a way that was hard for a
man to comprehend.  For example, Cheetah's word for 'Bee Hive' was what
came out as 'black ball' in the language Tarzan had invented when he was
young.  There was another sound that meant 'Bee Hive', but Cheetah just
didn't use it.

   Boy hurried on.  Now he could be done with this troubling woman who made
him feel so wonderful and then refused to do it again.

   As they got closer to the tree houses Penny strained to see anyone
there. She didn't know what she'd do if more of the terrifying natives
lived here.  Penny had been through a lot, and so we must understand that
her imagination was working at a super high level.  She had a horrified
vision of a possible future in which the boy turned her over to a crowd of
feather covered natives...  and they ate her.

   But she was tired, and sore, and couldn't walk another kilometer, much
less run.  She saw a figure standing in one of the tree houses, waving. 
It's shape wasn't that of a man.  The figure put it's hands to it's mouth
and a distinctly feminine warble of that disturbing call came to them.  The
boy answered back.

   They got closer still and Penny's heart leapt as she realized the woman
was white.  That was all she could tell so far, but the chances that there
were TWO white women in this horrible jungle were nil.  It HAD to be Jane
Parker!

   Then she stood stock still as she realized there WERE two white women in
the jungle.  She was one.  This other woman COULD be someone else.  For all
she knew there were a hundred white women living in the jungle.  And this
white woman was stark naked.  Jane Parker wouldn't walk around stark naked.

   She was dancing with excitement, though, when they got to the base of
the huge tree that held the tree house the woman was standing in, so far
up. Her voice came down.  It wasn't speaking English.  It was some other
language that Penny couldn't understand.  The boy answered back up in the
same tongue.  There wasn't anything even remotely British in the sounds the
woman was making.

   Penny sat down on the ground and started crying.

   Jane was very glad to see her son safe.  When Cheetah had come flying
into the compound with his news that Boy had saved a 'new person' from 'the
enemy' he had been too excited to actually interrogate.  Moreover he had
stuck his nose right in Jane's crotch, something he'd never done before. 
Jane went naked routinely, as there were no 'civilized' persons within a
hundred miles, and they always had plenty of notice when a compliment of
natives was coming for a conference, or to offer tribute, or to tell Tarzan
of some complaint that they thought only he could rectify.  She had
clothing she wore then, but she didn't bother with it otherwise.  Besides,
Tarzan was all man and quite often wanted to 'frolic' at the oddest times
and in the oddest places.  Being naked made it that much easier to get her
pussy stuffed nice and full.

   She had worried at first, after boy was born, that something had
happened inside her that kept her from having more children.  As much as
Tarzan wanted to make love, and as often as they did that, she should have
been the mother of nine or ten children by now.  It had never occurred to
her to ask Tarzan about it, and she found out almost by accident that he
was eating something that made his sperm inactive, some herb in the jungle
that men used when they didn't want to father children.

   She found out when he asked her why she didn't want to have any more
children.

   "I do my love" she had answered, "But I'm afraid something is wrong with
me and I can't."

   It was that beginning that led to the realization that her husband had
been practicing birth control, and planned to keep doing it until she told
him to stop.  He thought she knew.  When it got cleared up she immediately
told him to stop eating the herb and now, she was pretty sure she was
already pregnant again.

   Perhaps Cheetah knew, because he could smell the difference, and THAT
was why he had tried to lick her pussy.

   Now she stared down at the strange woman her son had brought to the
compound.

   She called out to him.  "Boy, I'm SO glad you're all right.  Cheetah
said something about the enemy and we were worried."

   Boy called back up that he was fine.  Then he said to his mother the
same thing he'd said to her a hundred other times when he brought some
orphan animal home.

   "Mom, look what I found in the Jungle.  Can I keep her?"

   Jane laughed.  Then the woman sat down and began to cry.  Perhaps she
was worried that Boy was trying to take her as a slave or something.

   "Tell her to stop crying and bring her up here.  Who is she?"

   "I don't know.  I haven't talked to her.  She talks constantly and I was
afraid that if she knew I could talk that she'd never shut up.  She speaks
English like you, though."

   Penny, in the midst of feeling sorry for herself, listened with half of
one ear to the foreign chatter going on between the boy and the woman. 
Then...  the half of the ear she was using picked up the single word... 
English...  in the middle of the boy's conversation.

   It's effect on her was electric.  "ENGLISH!" she shouted.  She jumped up
and yelled "YES, I'M ENGLISH...  OH PLEEEASE TELL ME YOU SPEAK ENGLISH!"

   Jane chuckled softly.  This woman was from London if she hadn't lost her
ear for the accent.  She leaned over and yelled.  "Of COURSE we speak
English, dear.  Boy is going to bring you up here and then we can have a
nice, long conversation...  in English."

   And the effect of THAT on Penny was devastating.  She blubbered with
relief, sobbing and threw herself at the boy, hugging him and kissing his
cheeks and lips and rubbing her body against his.

   Boy, of course, responded by kissing her back.  His prick lanced out
from his body and he hugged the woman tightly.

   Jane looked down in astonishment as the woman attempted, by all signs,
to have SEX with her son!  She became agitated and yelled down.

   "Here now!  Stop that!  Behave yourself!"

   Penny jumped back instantly, blushing furiously.  "I'm sorry" she
blubbered.  "I've just been so frightened and this poor boy couldn't speak
English and he didn't seem to understand me and I was so afraid and now I
feel so relieved..."

   Jane groaned.  This woman had no business in the jungle.  That was plain
to see.  Still, her story would no doubt be entertaining, and Jane hadn't
had anyone from her home country to talk to for many many years.

   Then she saw her son's erection and suddenly noticed that the woman was
naked.

   "I'm coming right down" she yelled.  Then she leapt to a vine and, hand
under hand, let herself down to the ground.  She stood there, looking at
her son's erection and her eyes narrowed as she saw the look he gave this
blond woman.  Now that she was closer, Jane could understand why any man
would be interested.  This woman was quite beautiful, in an overstated sort
of way.

   She pointed at her son's prick and, in Tarzan's language, said "Go take
care of that thing.  You'll scare her to death."

   Boy, a typical teenager, resisted.  "It didn't scare her last night," he
said in the same language.  He left out the part where he tried to use it
again and was put off by the woman.

   Jane realized what he was saying and she felt a little lurch in her
stomach.  Her baby?  Naked and rutting in this hussy?  She didn't like the
idea of that at all.  She also saw that the woman was filthy from her
journey.

   "Come with me," she said curtly.  "We'll get you cleaned up and then
sort this all out."

   Penny's gasping sobs began to abate.  "Thank goodness you speak English.
I've had such a horrible time these last few days.  This boy helped me and
I shouldn't be alive at all had he not found me.  Will you please convey to
him my thanks?"

   Jane turned and said over her shoulder...  in English...  "Boy, this
woman, whom you still haven't introduced, wishes that I tell you she is
thankful that you helped her.  Now, help her up to the house." Then she
began climbing the huge tree, which had hand and footholds cut into it.

   Boy, hearing a tone in his mother's voice that suggested he was somehow
in trouble, even though he hadn't done a single thing wrong, answered from
habit...  in English.  "Yes mother." Then, also from habit he turned to
Penny and said "You're welcome." also in English.  Only AFTER he'd said it
did he realize she now knew his secret.

   Penny stood shocked and turned her gaze on Boy.  He was examining his
foot, where the cannibal's filed tooth had drawn blood.  He glanced at her
and then averted his eyes quickly.

   "You speak English?" It wasn't really a question, though her voice rose
a notch at the end.  "YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?" This time her voice rose an
entire octave and Jane paused to look down.

   "Well...  yes." said Boy.  "I have to go now." Then he began to run.  He
had no real destination, but he didn't want to stay there and listen to the
woman yammer at him.

   As he loped off he heard her again screaming "YOU SPEAK ENGLISH!  YOU
COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

   Boy darted off the trail and into the jungle, where there were only
lions and Pythons to deal with.

   Jane chuckled to herself and called down.  "Come on, then.  I've got hot
water up here."

   It was the anger that gave her the strength to climb the tree, and Penny
didn't realize how sore and tired she was until she got to the tree house
and stepped onto the platform.  She looked around in astonishment at the
home - and there was no other word for it - that had been made there. 
There were chairs, made from branches held together with vine lashings, and
a table made the same way.  Along one side was a storage container system
made from, of all things, metal!  To Penny's eyes it looked a lot like the
metal they used to cover the outside of an airplane.  And, there was a tub
made from what was obviously the engine nacelle of an airplane as well.

   Jane went over to this tub and reached out to grasp a short length of
wooden pipe that went up and through the roof.  "There's a catch basin up
in the upper canopy that gets filled when it rains and warmed by the sun.
Let's get you a bath and you'll feel much better." She pulled a fibrous
plug from the end of the pipe and water poured into the tub.  Penny stood
as though riveted to the platform.

   "I'm Jane Parker" Jane introduced herself as she got a cake of the soap
she made and put it on a small table next to the tub.  "And you are?" She
heard a thud and turned to find the beautiful blond woman unconscious on
the floor.

   Julia Penelope Milton, third in her class at Oxford, the woman who held
in her hand the balls of Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries AND Bedletter,
barristers par excellence, had fainted.

   Jane cupped her mouth and gave her ululating call.  Boy came flying
through the trees, swinging on vines, within three minutes.  When he landed
on the platform his mother instructed him to pick up the woman and put her
in the tub.  He did.

   "Did you have relations with this woman?" asked Jane.

   "Relations?" responded a puzzled Boy.  No one had ever thought to
discuss either birds or bees with him.

   "Did you have sex with her?" his mother amended.

   "Like you and father?  When he lies upon you?"

   Jane colored.  "Yes" she admitted.  "Like that."

   "Oh YES!" her handsome son's smile was brilliant.

   Jane blushed even deeper.  "And she asked you to do this?"

   Boy heard something in his mother's voice that suggested there was a
right answer to this question, and a wrong one as well.

   "Well, it was night and we were in the cave by the stream off that way"
he pointed and she nodded.  "And the bats came flying by us and she was
scared, so I covered her with my body so they wouldn't touch her and it
just...  sort of happened.  So no, I guess she didn't ask me to." He had
simply answered her question literally, leaving out the part where Penny
told him in no uncertain terms not to stop what they were doing.

   Jane wasn't sure what to do.  She had lived in the jungle for a long
time and had become accustomed to the fact that survival often involved
death.  Sometimes it involved death caused by her hands.  If this woman
caused trouble...

   Jane shook herself.  Who could this woman cause trouble with?  She
noticed that Boy was looking at her...  differently.  He was staring at her
breasts.

   "Did she fight against you doing...  that?"

   "Oh no" said Boy, thinking he might get out of this.  "She seemed to
like it very much.  I think it hurt her at first, but then it was OK.  She
held me very tightly and we kissed."

   Penny came up from a deep fog gently, like a feather in a quiet room
that is dropped and wafts back and forth on it's peaceful trip to the
floor. She felt warm.  She heard voices.  She realized she was lying
partially submerged in warm water and then remembered one of the voices. 
Jane.  Jane Parker, the very woman she had come seeking.  The other voice
was male.  She cracked one eye open and saw it was the boy.  They were
speaking in English.

   Jane said "So tell me about this woman.  How did you come to meet her?"

   "Well" started Boy, and then, in typical teenage fashion, he told about
hearing her screams and finding the trespassing Wanatu tribesman trying to
eat her alive.  He glossed over the fight, knowing that his mother didn't
respond well to stories where there was danger and he was involved in that
danger too.  Even though he knew nothing in the jungle could actually hurt
him, his mother didn't seem to understand that and worried.

   He paused.  "Where's father?" he asked.  "I need to tell him about the
trespassing."

   "He's out making sure you weren't followed." said his mother.  "He
should be back any time.  Go on."

   Boy told her about letting the woman loose.  "She pissed herself when
she was staked out and I approached her.  That's when I knew she didn't
know who I was."

   "And just why would she know who you were?" Jane asked with a twinkle in
her eye.

   "Everybody in the jungle knows who I am" he said proudly.  "At first I
thought she was retarded or something.  She talked funny, saying each word
all by itself, like she was reciting them.  Then I realized she thought I
was stupid."

   Penny flushed in the tub as he said these words.

   "And she was very demanding and unpleasant.  So I decided not to say
anything to her in English.  I mean if I did then she'd talk all the time
and I wouldn't be able to hear things as we walked, right?  Was that OK
mother?  I knew I had to bring her here."

   Jane skirted the issue of whether it was all right to lie to a woman and
concentrated on his comment about bringing her home.

   "Why?" asked his mother.  "I mean I'm glad you did.  She obviously has
no business being in the jungle unescorted, but why didn't you just take
her to one of the villages, so she could get back to civilization?"

   "She had a briefcase.  It was full of papers...  legal stuff.  Your name
was on some of them."

   It was quiet.  Penny cracked an eye open again.  Jane was sitting and
staring off into the jungle.

   "Where is this briefcase?"

   Boy went to the edge of the platform and looked down.  "Down there by
the base of the tree, where I left it when we got here."

   "Well, go and get it then!" barked his mother.

   He was suddenly gone, as if he'd just dropped over the edge to fall to
the ground.  Then, faster than Penny would have thought possible, he was
back, with the stained and battered satchel.  Penny knew she should "wake
up" now, and assert herself.  Jane was obviously going to go through the
papers in the case.  But Penny had learned more in the last ten minutes
than she had in the previous two days, so she played possum a little
longer.

   Boy held on to the case.  "I think it's a will, mother," he said softly.
"I think it's Grandfather's will.  I didn't take time to read it all."

   "Oh no" said Jane Parker, her shoulders sagging.  She took the case from
him, and put it on the table, but didn't open it.  She stared at it, like
it was some evil thing she didn't want to touch.  Then her shoulders shook
and she straightened up.

   "Quit staring at my breasts" she said to her son.  "Go and wash this
woman off so that at least she's clean when she wakes up."

   Penny had to decide what to do now.  If she "woke up" she could resume
her role as a barrister, and complete her mission.  If she stayed "asleep"
the boy would bathe her and she'd get to feel his strong hands running over
her body.  For some reason she longed for that feel.  She decided to stay
the way she was.

   "Here comes father" said the boy.

   There was a swish and the platform shook and rattled as something heavy
dropped onto it.

   "Tarzan, my love" said Jane Parker in a voice full of emotion.  "Is all
well?"

   "Yes" he said simply, his voice deeper, but of the same general timbre
as his son's.  "What have you brought us Boy?"

   "Mom will tell you all about it" said Boy.  He wanted to get on with his
chore.  He lathered up his hands and placed them directly on Penny's
breasts while his mother repeated his story.  He slid his soapy hands
across her chest and gently cleaned her throat and cheeks.

   Penny wanted to sigh.  Boy's hands were so sure and firm and they felt
so good on her body.  She heard Jane telling Tarzan that she had told Boy
to clean up the woman before she woke up.

   "But she's already awake." said Tarzan.

   Jane turned to look at the woman, whose head was lolling, eyes closed.

   Tarzan went on.  "Can't you hear her breathing?  She's not asleep."

   Penny opened her eyes and Jane barked a laugh.  "Well, did you get an
earful then?

   Penny pushed Boy's hands away from her.  It hurt her to do so.  She
stood up, not knowing her cheeks and neck were still soapy, and that she
looked quite silly, standing there naked.  She held out her hand to Boy,
who took it and helped her out of the tub.  She moved regally, like she
thought the Queen must.

   "Good afternoon" she said formally.  "I'm Penelope Milton, of
Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and Bedletter, of London.  I have been
dispatched to find you, Lady Parker, to execute your father's last will and
testament.  I'm sorry to inform you of his death.  You have been... 
incommunicado for some time."

   Jane reached for a towel and handed it to Penelope.  She glanced at
Tarzan, who was looking at the woman curiously.  He was NOT looking at her
naked body.  Then she glanced at her son, who was looking at the woman like
a puppy looks at it's master.  He WAS ogling her naked body.  And his penis
was stiff again.

   She sighed.

   The proceedings went on as they might have anywhere, except that
everyone present was stark naked and they were in an equatorial jungle. 
Business was conducted and concluded.  It appeared that Jane Parker had
been left a sizable fortune, which would need to be managed.  Jane would
need to appoint a caretaker for all that lovely money, which should, of
course, be invested so as to gain value.  Commissions would have to be paid
to the manager, naturally, and Jane nodded, uninterested, when Penelope
Milton suggested that ten percent was the 'normal' fee.

   They had talked for over an hour before Penelope Milton thought to thank
Jane for her reception.

   Jane waved her hand.  "We don't turn anyone away in the jungle," she
said carelessly.

   Penny was startled.  "But what if it was a criminal, or he tried to hurt
you or something?"

   "If he was a risk to health or safety then we would simply kill him."
said Jane, also carelessly.  Her eyes sharpened.  "But we wouldn't just
turn him away."

   "Speaking of criminals, where did you find Miss Milton, Boy?  It was the
first thing Tarzan had said in over an hour.

   Boy closed his mouth, which had fallen open as he stared at Penny's
naked form.  "It was over near the border of the Luluas tribe," he said.

   "And the cannibal was Wanatu?" asked Tarzan.  "You're sure he was
Wanatu?"

   "Yes father" groaned Boy.  "You taught me how to recognize the people of
the jungle." He rolled his eyes.  "Why does it matter anyway?"

   Tarzan's eyes glinted dangerously.  "Because, Boy, you and I are going
to take his skull and weapons back to his people, and remind them they are
not welcome here.  If we can find them." he added as an afterthought.

   "I took his knife.  Will that do?" asked Boy.

   Tarzan nodded.  "I don't suppose you hung up the carcass?  That would
make it a lot easier to find again."

   "I was sort of busy father.  She was screaming and it hurt my ears. 
Besides, all that noise was bound to attract trouble." said Boy.

   Penny jerked as she realized it was getting dark.  She also realized she
was famished.

   "Do you suppose you might have something I could eat?" she asked meekly.
Her job finished, she was again cowed by being in the presence of a living
legend.

   Jane shook her head.  "Where are my manners?" she asked rhetorically.

   Soon they were eating and then it was almost too dark to see any longer.

   Jane eyed Penelope Milton.  "Are you...  married Miss Milton?"

   Penny was glad it was dark.  "No, I am not," she said.

   "We have only two beds, Miss Milton.  You may have one.  I assume you
prefer to sleep...  alone?"

   Penny thought about that.  She thought about it for so long that Jane
had to prompt her again.

   "Miss Milton?"

   "Please, call me Penny" said Penny, who was thinking furiously.  She
knew she was perfectly safe here, and that she could claim a bed and no one
would mind.  But what had happened last night, in that cave, had been so
glorious and so wonderful.  If there was any way she could experience that
again before she had to leave and go back to civilization...

   Jane had an idea what was going through Penny's mind.  "Would you feel
safer if you did not have to sleep...  alone?" she asked.

   Penny took the offered branch.  "Yes, I believe I would be more
comforted if I were not alone."

   Jane had to tease her.  "Would you prefer it were I who accompanied you?
Or would you prefer a man?  Tarzan, of course, is not available, but I'm
sure Boy might be persuaded to...  accompany you...  if that would be all
right."

   Penny flamed red now and was exceedingly glad for the darkness.  "Um...
yes...  I wouldn't want to keep you apart from your...  husband.  If Boy
would consent to accompany me I would...  like that."

   Jane leaned close and whispered in Penny's ear.  "This is the jungle
dearie.  Enjoy yourself." Then she kissed Penny quickly on the cheek and
took Tarzan's hand, leading him to their bed.

   Penny turned and said "Boy?"

   "I'm here" came his voice.  He approached and she melted into his arms,
feeling safe and secure.

   Tarzan held Jane close and stroked her, as he did most nights before he
mounted her and made love to her.  "What was that all about?" he asked as
his fingers played between her legs.

   Jane spread her legs for him.  "Our little boy found himself a woman in
the jungle...  just like you did" She kissed Tarzan and reached for his
thick prick.  "And he did to her what you did when you found me." She
jacked his cock several times.  "Like you're about to do to me again."

   "But won't they hear us?" asked Tarzan.

   "I hope so" she breathed.

   Penny was led through darkness to a soft bed, where she willingly lay
down with the young man who had saved her life.  She didn't wait for him to
try to touch her.  When he got into the bed she climbed on top of him and
kissed him hungrily.

   "I thought you didn't want to do this any more," he said.

   "I changed my mind," she said.

   There was a moan that came from the direction of another tree house.

   "There they go again." sighed Boy.

   She felt for his penis.  It was inflamed and ready.  She notched it in
her pussy and sank down on it gratefully, releasing her own loud moan.  His
fingers found her nipples and she moaned again as she rode him and let
herself enjoy the fabulous sensation of her pussy and nipples being
stimulated at the same time.  This time, as she rode through a gut
tightening orgasm and heard his rasping breath, she thought of babies.

   "Give me your seed" she whispered into his ear.

   He did.

   Seven months later, the doors to the offices of Hoffington, Burke,
Jeffries and Bedletter, of London, opened and J.P.  Milton swept through
them in triumphant return.  Her startling entrance was without warning, the
old men of the firm having given her up for dead long ago.

   Her entrance was both theatrical and eye catching.  For one thing she
was dressed in a colorful caftan, with a distinctly African pattern on it.
Her hair was braided in an intricate arrangement up on top of her head and
held there with carved wooden combs.  She had in her hand, a very battered
and obviously hard-used briefcase.

   All in all, it was a magnificent entrance, and one that the employees of
Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and Bedletter would remember and tell stories
about for the rest of their lives.

   Her entrance was enhanced, scandalously, by the fact that she was heavy
with child...  seven months heavy, to be exact.  But she was one of those
women who look fabulous when pregnant, who bring to the loins of every man
who sees her the desire to make some woman look just like her.  And all
four partners had dreamed of making her look like this.  There was almost
immediately an almost smell of male resentment in the air as her bulging
belly preceded her fluid walk through the offices to that of Mr. 
Hoffington himself.  Everything was so unsettled by her sudden and
fantastic appearance that Hoffinfton's secretary sat frozen long past when
she would have stopped someone from barging in on the senior partner
without an appointment.

   Penny opened her battered and stained case, laid three pieces of paper
on Hoffington's huge oak desk and said "Sir, my assignment has been
completed.  Here is Lady Parker's assignment of trustee for her fortune."
She pushed one piece of paper forward.

   Hoffington took his pipe from his mouth and peered down at the paper. 
"This assignment gives you full control of that fortune." he grumbled. 
"This is very irregular."

   "And this" said Penny, pushing the other piece of paper forward, "is my
list of expenses.  I had a bit of difficulty finding Lady Parker."

   Hoffington glanced at the figure at the bottom of the paper.  He
grimaced.  "We shall have to review these expenses, of course," he said.

   "Review them to your heart's content." said Penny, putting her finger on
the last piece of paper.  "And this is my resignation."

   Hoffington was shocked.  The firm would have taken half her commissions
as trustee of the Parker fortune.  If she resigned that could not happen.
"Your resignation?!" he barked, outraged.

   "Yes sir" she said sweetly.  She stroked her swollen belly with both
hands, pointing it at the married man who had tried to get in her knickers.
"I'd stay and chat, but I have to catch a plane back to Africa.  There's a
Boy there who I've become very attached to."
   The End 


  
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