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Chapter 7 - Rude awakening It was a normal relaxing day. After finally getting out of bed and taking a leisurely swim in the lake, both of them dressed for a morning walk through the village. The Phantom brushed Diana's hair and applied a little makeup to her face, showing her some of the tricks of applying the cosmetics. Then he selected a long dark skirt that came down to her ankles and a while blouse with ruffles down the front. Winking at her, he joked "I used to wear this after a long night with you, because you can get by without wearing a bra. The ruffles will hide the sleazy look of the bouncing boobs, although none of the natives will care because of their women's almost nude dresses. Put your riding boots on and we'll go for a little ride, later." Entering the village, they both noticed that there were several unknown natives sitting around the town center. As soon as Guran saw The Phantom, Guran rushed to them. "They are here over a cow. Both sides claim ownership." Looking at the natives, they both knew that their leisurely morning would be occupied with tribal affairs. Every so often, The Phantom would officiate over a village court where he would settle disputes between different villages. He let the tribal chiefs settle the disputes within their own village, but disputes between neighboring villages required a higher authority. Because it kept the peace between villages, he was pleased to preside over their disputes, which usually had a common sense solution. The Phantom replied "In five minutes, bring them to the Throne Room." As Guran hurried back to tell them the good news, Diana whispered "Your morning's shot. They'll use the standard flowery speech that takes all morning to get one fact across, hoping to win the judgment by flowery praise, not by describing facts. Then the other side will need rebuttal time." "I know. But it's The Phantom's job to bring peace to the jungle. What'll you do to entertain yourself until I'm free?" "I feel very mellow right now, so it really doesn't matter. I'll probably go see Taizza. We'll find some girl things to do to keep ourselves occupied." Turning around, The Phantom strode back to Skull Cave, knowing that Guran would guide them. Diana looked at the broad back, smiling as she realized what a nice, tight ass The Phantom had and how nice that tight purple suit made him look. Taizza was in the group of villagers that had been looking at the strangers. As soon as The Phantom walked away, she ran to Diana and tugged on her hand. "Come on, Diana. Gua's and his wife have their new baby at the spring. Maita's proud of her new son and she's showing it off to everyone. If you don't come and look at it, she'll feel insulted." Tugging on her arm, Diana had no choice but let the pigmy woman lead her back to the spring, where the baby would be resting under the shade of the shed. As Taizza tugged on Diana, Taizza's small boobs bounced suggestively up and down. Diana couldn't help but stare at how puffy Taizza's nipples looked today. Perhaps it was all the sex that she had just experienced, but there was something about Taizza's body that slightly aroused Diana today. As they walked, Taizza chattered about how happy her father was that The Phantom had talked to him about Mauba. Diana just nodded and let the young girl ramble on, while she stole a glance at the young woman's exceedingly large nipples. Then a blush came over her face as she realized that there was nothing different about Taizza; and that the nipples appeared larger because the Diana body was much smaller than The Phantom body, thus making Taizza's body seem bigger. Taizza told her, how she had been down at the lake, waiting for Diana when someone yelled that The Phantom was walking to the village. So Taizza had run to the village and now her body was coated with a light coat of sweat. As they walked, holding hands, Diana glanced at how gracefully Taizza moved and how sensuously her breasts swayed as they walked. Her body glistened with a patina of perspiration and there were drops of sweat slowly streaking down her flat belly toward the small wrap around skirt that she wore. As they approached the shed, the small group of women standing around the shed parted for them. Sitting in the shade, Maita was holding her baby, letting it nurse at her swollen breasts. Wrapping a big smile across her face, Taizza whispered "She saved the seat next to her for you. She wants you to hold her baby and to bring good luck to her new son." Caught off guard by that request, Diana hesitated for a second, then observed that Taizza was correct. Putting a big smile on her face, she sat down next to the mother and loudly declared "You've got a fine son. He'll grow up to be a famous warrior, loved by all and feared by his enemies." Diana smiled as she stared at the baby, but her eyes quickly shifted focus slightly as she stared at the baby's mouth suckling on his mother's turgid nipple. The baby's small lips were wrapped around the tip of the nipple and it was sucking on the nipple feverishly. Its mouth was coated with some of the warm, salty-sweet, creamy liquid that was flowing from Maita's breast. Pulling the baby from her breast, it started crying. She held it up and announced "Please honor me and my son by letting my son nurse on the breasts of The Phantom's wife. My husband believes that within your body, flows the milk that produces strong warriors." Caught off guard by the unexpected request, Diana stammered "I.that is.er.my body's not lactating." Maita held the crying infant and had a look of hurt on her face. Seeing the look, Diana relented "All right. Give me a second to get this blouse off." Maita's face lit up as she wiped the still crying baby's face with her skirt. Diana unbuttoned her blouse and removed the blouse so that she was as bare-breasted as the other women standing around the shed were. She held out her hand, cradling the baby's neck to support its head as she accepted the crying infant from its mother. Turning the baby slightly so it was lying in her arms and its face was next to her breast, she held the baby. The baby continued to cry, ignoring the nipple that Diana was rubbing against its lips. Maita squeezed her own breast's puffy red areola between her thumb and forefinger, as she began milking her own nipple slowly and rhythmically while coating her finger with her lactation. Diana understood what she was doing although she had never thought about it. Diana pulled the baby's head back slightly from her breasts as Maita rubbed the warm liquid on Diana's nipple. Then Diana held the baby's crying face against her breast, cradling him in one arm. Almost immediately, the baby's crying changed to a whimper, as he smelled the mother's milk on the nipple touching his lips. His small hand touched her breast; gently probing its host breast, trying to find the source of the milk it smelled. With her free hand, Diana rolled her nipple between her fingers, gently tugging and pulling it toward the baby's lips. The baby whimpered a low moan that all of the women understood. Encouraged by the baby's weak movements, Diana guided her nipple into the baby's open mouth, which quickly closed around the nipple. The watching women smiled as the little baby lapped, licked and sucked her nipple trying to pull nourishment from her breast. Maita rubbed another finger coated with her milk against the baby's lips, which just made the baby suck harder on Diana's nipple. For several minutes, they continued this feeding, with the mother providing the milk from a coated finger and the baby wildly sucking on the already sensitive nipple. Then the baby quit nursing and let her nipple ease out of its mouth as it drifted off to sleep. The mother held out her arms and Diana regretfully passed the child back to its mother. The mother whispered "My son will serve your son, just as his father has served your husband. I thank you for honoring me and my family by nursing my son." Diana felt a very strong desire, which she couldn't explain. She had a catch in her throat and couldn't answer; closing her eyes, she barely shook her head in response. She knew that her body was excited, aroused and her legs were weak and rubbery at that moment. It wasn't a sexual occurrence but a natural desire to nurse a child. Standing up, looking at the child sleeping in his mother's arms, she felt proud that she had been permitted to share that unique experience that only mothers can experience. Blowing a kiss to the sleeping child, she picked up her blouse and slipped out from the shed. Taizza smiled at her friend as Diana winked at her. Suddenly Diana paused as she realized that where she had felt a little sexual desire and nervousness from staring at her friend's nipples before, now she felt different as she stared at Taizza's breasts. Instead, she felt some sort of bond that hadn't been there before. As if they were sisters, destined to nurse each other's future children. Smiling at her younger friend, Diana hung her blouse on a nearby tree limb, feeling a strong desire to become closer to this young woman who had turned into her best friend. And if her best friend went topless all the time, then it was good enough for her also. Taking Taizza's hand, Diana and Taizza strolled through the village, stopping to talk to other women. Close to the village center, Diana saw Mozz sitting under the tree, telling his stories to the children. He looked up at the two approaching women, but didn't stare or act as if there was any difference in the white woman's appearance. ****** After the euphoria wore off, Diana cried. Not a sobbing cry - just a little bit of tears that ruined the makeup that had been so carefully applied earlier. After asking Taizza to go home, she sat on a boulder near the Skull Cave, feeling embarrassed by the way that she had shown off her female body, not thinking that it would be returned to its rightful owner that night. It was something that the real Diana wouldn't have done. She would have nursed the baby, but then she would've dressed again - not show off her body like a shameless slut. She slipped into the cave, keeping into the shadows as she slipped by the entrance to the Skull Cave, hoping that no one else saw her. She found a similar blouse in the closet, tried to fix her raccoon eyes where her tears had smeared her makeup; and finally was satisfied with her appearance. As she exited the bedroom, The Phantom was sitting on the floor in the hallway, petting Devil. He looked up "Hi. After I finished my judge duty, I walked back to town looking for you. I saw your blouse hanging on the tree and Guran told me about your nursing experience. That explained why you also didn't feel like putting your blouse back on. I understand and would've done the same thing." Without putting his hand on the ground and using only pure leg muscle, he rose to his feet, pulling her to him, holding her smaller body against his larger body. He bowed his head, seeking her lips as she stood on tiptoe to meet his lips. He put his strong arms around the woman that was now his wife "I know how you're feeling, trust me." As they kissed, Diana could feel her nipples growing and hardening. She spread her legs slightly, feeling his muscular thigh ease into the opening, and press against her mound. Just that simple touch was enough to invoke a familiar wetness seeping from between her legs and soaking her panties. The Phantom removed his hands from where he had been cupping her butt and raised them to her breast, stroking her long, rigid nipple through the flimsy material. Then, cupping his hand, he slowly moved it around her breast, underneath it to feel its weight and firmness, then up to her swollen nipple to feel its firm, spongy resilience He cupped his large hand against her warm flesh and whispered "There's nothing wrong with exposing your woman's body, it's the most natural and beautiful thing in the world." Pulling her lips from his lips, she asked, "You're sure? You aren't lying to me - trying to make me feel better, are you?" "As I told you yesterday, you're being bombarded with unfamiliar sensations from your female hormones. Every thing that you've done or felt is a normal female reaction. When you allowed that baby to suckle you, it turned on the mother hen instincts, so you were only doing what your body was telling you to do. As for walking bare-breasted through the village - well, I discovered my first week here that all the men are used to bare boobs jiggling all over the place. They get more turned on when they see a woman covering her body. So, don't worry about my reputation. Now, let's go for a horseback ride while we still have some daylight left." ****** She was galloping across the field on her horse as The Phantom and Hero chased her. She was doing the same thing that they had done only a couple of days ago; only this time their parts in this scenario were reversed. They were fulfilling the real Diana's wish by giving her a body to rape. Hero quickly caught up with her horse. The Phantom leaned over to snatch her from the seat, but she ducked and turned her horse away, dodging his sweeping arm. Within seconds, Hero had pulled back beside her horse. As he reached for her again, she dropped out of the saddle, rolling as she hit the ground. Jumping to her feet, she ran toward the bunch of boulders that had been her original target ever since they started this chase. She ran toward a very narrow chimney, which she had played in when she was a little boy. Behind her, she could hear The Phantom running as fast as he could and she could tell that he was gaining on her. Reaching the narrow chimney, she turned sideways and slipped into the narrow crevice, knowing from experience that it was too narrow for his larger barrel chested body. As she slipped through the narrow opening, she realized that she could get stuck because of her boobs. Pushing sideways through the narrow crevice, she quickly entered a wider area where there was a rock stairway that she could easily climb to the top, while he had to find another way to reach the top of the bluff. After a couple of minutes, she was staring over the ledge, looking down at The Phantom as he climbed up the face of the steep cliff. Smiling at her ingenuity in putting hard physical obstacles between them, she sat down and quickly undressed. Tying her clothes and boots together in one big ball, she threw them off the cliff so that they landed close to where the horses were grazing. Standing on the edge of the cliff, she pushed some small rocks off so that they fell near The Phantom. Not close enough to hit him, but close enough to exasperate him. When he got about ten feet from the top, she darted across the bluff to the edge that overlooked the river. When he reached the top of the bluff, she stood still just long enough so that he could see where she was standing. Then she dove off the cliff into the river forty feet below. She didn't surface when she leveled off, but swam with the intent of putting as much distance as possible between her and the cliff. Her lithe body parted the water, muscles straining as she glided faster and further away from the cliff. Finally surfacing, she glanced at the cliff, surprised that it was empty. Looking at the water, she could see waves radiating from a point close to the cliff, where The Phantom had already dived in. He hadn't waited for her to surface and was swimming as fast as he could underwater to surprise her by being close. Taking a quick gulf of air, she dived deep and swam downstream, knowing that she could cover more distance in that direction. When she surfaced for air, he was forty feet away and waiting. As soon as her head broke water, he dived toward her. She swallowed a big gulp of air knowing that her smaller lungs hadn't had the opportunity to rest from the last dive yet. Under the water she zigzagged, hoping that she could get to shore, where she knew another trick that would slow him down. Then a strong arm grabbed her leg as he caught her. With a quick pull, he jerked her back to him where he pinned her struggling arms tight against his chest. He forced them both to the surface with strong kicks of his legs. Reaching the surface, he relaxed for a moment, allowing her to raise her knees and put her feet against his chest. With a hard push, she broke free of his grasp as she pushed away from him and started swimming as hard as she could for shore. Five seconds later, her feet touched ground and she began running. She was almost out of the knee-deep water, when he leaped and tackled her, knocking her down, underneath his heavy body. This time, he held on to her leg and dragged her to shore with one hand as he unbuckled his gun belt with the other hand. Throwing his gun belt onto the sandy bar, he pulled her up on the sandy beach and dropped her on her back as he pulled down his trousers. She turned and tried to crawl away but he fell on top of her and rolled her over, not bothering to remove his trousers, which he pushed down over his boots. He threw himself on top of her, pinning her lithe body to the ground. Resisting him, she tried to squirm free, but couldn't bulge his heavier powerful body. She struggled, fighting and kicking, but she was held so firmly that she couldn't even turn over on her side. Her shoulders were held tight against the ground and her knees were forced apart by his heavy leg. She knew that his strength was overpowering but she continued to struggle, swinging her hips in a fruitless effort to escape him. "You can't have me!" She screamed as she pounded her fists against his massive chest, knowing that her feeble blows weren't hurting him. Her back ached from the heavy weight of his body as he laid on her, holding her more with his weight, than with his superior strength. He was at her like an animal, making animal noises, his mouth grunting as he nuzzled and sniffed her like a hungry dog. She found what he was doing exciting, making her quiver with delight as she felt his teeth. She wanted to open her thighs even wider to give him more room, but knew that it wasn't time yet. Grinning, he covered her lips with his lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She tried to turn away, but he held her head as his tongue forced its way into her mouth for a second. His hands began to run over her body, exploring every inch of her soft hidden recesses. Fingers tweaked cruelly at her nipples until they stood erect and hard. He kneaded her breasts with increasing pressure ignoring her whimpers as the pain began to feel good to her. Forcing her tightly clinched legs apart with his body weight; he maneuvered himself so that the engorged head of his cock was positioned right above her pussy. She felt him move closer in until she could feel the jerking and pulsing of his hardened staff as it beat relentlessly against the flesh of her thighs. She could feel his pulsing organ as it slowly began to push steadily against the lips of her vagina and slide into the soft channel between her legs. She wiggled and turned, trying to avoid his impalement, but the intrusion grew harder and pushed deeper against her. With a quick motion, he rammed himself forward, burying his cock inside her with one violent shove. Her entire body tightened under him from the shock of his massive cock ramming into her dry, tight pussy. For just a moment, she forgot her role and thrust her hips upward to meet him, then remembered that she was supposed to be an unwilling participant. With a loud groan, she bucked and twisted beneath him, struggling to pull her body away from him, forcing him to pin her arms back over her head; using his weight and one hand to pin her. He grunted roughly in his passion and began to grunt as he continued to fondle and pinch her body in every part he could reach without letting go of the grip that held her pinned to the ground. With his other hand, he grabbed her ass as he brutally rammed his cock in and out of her. Within moments, he stiffened as he felt that now familiar feeling as the cum rushed through his body. As he shot his load into her belly, she stopped struggling and wrapped her legs around his powerful thighs as his hot cum filled her pussy. She let out a series of whimpers as she bucked and writhed on his cock and then stiffened as her back arched up off the ground pulling him deeply into her body. For several seconds they lay there as his throbbing cock pumped more jism into her. As the last spasm racked his body, he pulled out and rolled off of her, onto his back. ****** She walked slowly out of the water where she had rinsed herself after their spirited lovemaking. He had finally pulled his trousers and boots off after their mock rape, but had left his top and mask on. She watched him as he pulled his trousers back up "I thought that I suggested to you yesterday that you should always wear a protective cup in your jockey. You don't know how close I came to kneeing you when you grabbed me." "I tried one on this morning, but I still had a pee hard so it didn't fit right. I left it off." He mumbled as he dumped sand and water out of his boots. She sat down on the sand, feeling the sand wedge itself up the crack of her naked ass. "Why did you have a fantasy to rape me or rather to rape a woman with you being a male?" "Remember me telling you one time about how I used to be a tomboy when I was a little girl and then a boy in the seventh grade knocked me out. He was a friend of mine and I used to tease him with my budding tits when I discovered that I could arouse him. I would masturbate myself to sleep, thinking about new ways to harass him. One day, I took my teasing too far and he tried to force himself on me. For the first time, I was in a real fight and it felt good - even though I was losing. I was taller than he was, but he was strong for his age. He was pinning me and trying to pull my skirt up. I blooded his nose with my elbow making him very mad so he hit me hard, knocking me out. Well, I almost broke his nose which was enough to cool his ardor, plus the fact that my lip was bleeding from where he hit me. He ran away, leaving me lying on the ground with my skirt up and my panties pulled down to my knees. When I came to a couple of minutes later, I was scared but at the same time aroused. I cleaned myself up then went home, going to bed early. In bed that night, I masturbated thinking about what he almost did to me. Within a couple of weeks, that fantasy didn't thrill me as much so I started modifying it until I was him, raping me. That really turned me on because at that age, I really wanted to be a boy. It wasn't until my college years that I was able to shake some of those old memories and really enjoy being a woman. So when you told me about the Looking Glass, all those old fantasy's came back and I wanted to see what it was like to rape a woman." "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes and no. I could never rape anyone in real life. I also knew that you were just acting. So it was just a game - a bedtime game, out here on this beautiful river." Diana lay back on the sand spreading her legs and slightly arching her back so that her tits thrust forward so the little points and the surrounding circles of her nipples stood out, thrusting toward the sky. Then she softly asked "Did you ever have a fantasy about eating pussy - perhaps you were shipwrecked with a beautiful naked woman on an island?" ****** They were lying in their bed, all curled up. Her butt was within his body curve and his arm was around her waist, his hand cupping her breast. They were cooling off from their latest liaison, enjoying the calm after a spirited merging of their bodies. An hour earlier, they had sat in the center of the Throne Room and followed the same ritual that had originally started the process that changed their bodies. He pulled back her hair and adjusted his head so that his lips were only an inch from her ear before he whispered "Besides the wonderful sex, what will you remember about this experience?" "Hmmmm - there's so many things. I'll never forget how strong a mother's desire can be. I wanted a baby so bad that it almost hurt. And then there are the physical differences. This nose is more sensitive to smells and the smells played an important part in my reactions. I enjoyed smelling your musky body smell, which I had never noticed before. I also felt very different because of the much smaller body size. As a man, I was used to looking down on everything but as a woman; I had to look up at you so much that at times, I felt inferior just because of the size difference. And I'll never forget the way that the breasts jiggle with the slightest movement. At first, it was quite disconcerting but now I've grown so accustomed to that sensation, that I'll have a hard time adapting to being flat chested again. The jiggle of the breasts was the single thing that made me feel most like a woman and kept reminding me to let my feminine side of my personality take control of my thinking. And I know it sounds funny, but I'll miss having my period. I wish that the menstruation were over so I could feel what it's like to be in control of my emotions. I'll never forget the emotional swings - how one minute I was on top of the world and the next, crying my heart out for some silly reason. Not only did it affect my moods, but it affected my energy level - I could be lethargic one minute and full of energy the next." "Do you enjoy dressing as a woman and having everyone treat you as a woman?" "Yes and no. I never realized that you weren't treated as my equal before. Did you notice any difference in how people treated you?" "I found it easy to be a man. I walk, talk, and sat down differently, but I found it easy to wear a man's clothes, eat a man's large meal, and strut around as if I had been a man all my life. I found it easy to feel like I was a real man." She scooted her butt deeper into the curve of his body before she continued "When I feel your hard-on pressing against my butt, my mind starts reeling with desires I'd never had before. The mind numbing multiple orgasms will never be forgotten either. I can see now why a woman would take on a football team and just fuck all night. Last night, when you filled my ass and pussy with those two thick candles and stuck your cock in my mouth, was also something that I'll never forget. The feel of those two big thick objects separated by only a smidgen of flesh, rubbing in and out as your mouth teased my clit. God, how can you describe something as fantastic as that feeling?" "You just have to experience it; because I know what it's like to try to describe. How did it feel to suck my cock?" "Good. I knew that I had a big cock, but never knew how big until I had to cram is all into my mouth. Never having had a cock in my mouth before, I was very surprised at the silky smoothness of the flesh and the first bittersweet, salty taste of cum. The aroma was incredibly exciting and the taste was sweet and musky. It was a very nice experience; but I'll never do it to anyone else. I did it simply because it was you and something that you wanted me to do to you. I'll admit that I enjoyed it after I got started and wanted to do it as much as you wanted it but you can bet your fortune that another man's cock will never touch my lips." "I'm surprised that you adapted so well. I expected you to perform the wifely duty by opening your legs for me but that was as far as I expected you to go. You've been open to playing games in our previous sex life, but had always declined anything that could be homosexual in nature - such as that time; I had that dildo that I mounted to a belt. You just laid there, eyes closed, unmoving, as I tried to arouse you. So it surprised me when you adapted so easily." "That's me. I won't comprise myself with anyone but you and I've got very defined limits on what I'll do, even with you. What will you remember?" "Oh, there are so many things. I knew that you had a strong sex drive, but I wasn't prepared for my cock to be stiff and bulging most of the time. While I greatly enjoyed raping you today, I also enjoyed swimming back across the river with you and then the way you sat on my face as we did a mild sixty-nine on each other. For the first couple of minutes after you cleaned yourself in the river, it was a very wonderful experience. I'll never forget the way that you came walking out of the river, like a naked river nymph, then you dropped to your knees so that you were positioned above my face. I looked at that glistening, clean, still wet cunt as you slowly lowered it to my face. You guided it to my waiting mouth, and my eager tongue couldn't lick your slit enough. Thank goodness, this was a very mild cycle and the river cleaned you." "That wasn't the question. You're supposed to tell me what you liked about being a man, excluding sex." She demanded in a pouty voice, guiding his arm so his hand cupped her breast. "Then there was the way that you rubbed your cunt all over my face, pushing and grinding it and making your body writhe in spasms of sexual pleasure; as your lips sucked my cock. Have you figured out yet how that big cock fits down your throat?" She muffled a little giggling sound then whispered "Yesterday while you were off on your quest to clean out that bar, I was helping Taizza fix lunch. She had some carrots and I had to try one of them in my mouth to see if I could get that much slenderer root entirely in my mouth. I gagged and could only get about a third of it in before I had to give up. How I ever get something as thick and long as your cock in my mouth, is a mystery. But you'd better tell me what you promised." "I enjoy the feel of my new body, enjoy exploring my new body, and especially enjoy exploring what having a penis is like. Another thing is that I enjoy the fantastic feeling of being strong. I'd always envied the physical power of men, and just being able to feel the natural strength of your male body, is something that I'll never forget. I like walking around people, even the village natives, knowing that they are looking at me as a person and not as a simple cunt. It was an unusual feeling when I felt the broad pectoral muscles and realized that I didn't have to worry about people drooling over my breasts. I enjoyed being a woman and I miss the familiar jiggle of my breasts and their sensitivity but now that I'm a man - well, there are pros and cons of being either sex. I love the way my butt is now small, tight, and rock hard. I also enjoy being tall, and broad and strong as well. The height and strength were the two of the most wonderful feelings. I felt so powerful. Did you see where I repaired the door on the closet where The Phantom clothes are kept? Well, that first morning, while you were showering, I opened that door expecting the door to stick at usual and pulled it off the hinges, not knowing my new body's strength. I had Guran come fix it later, but I guess the height and strength were my two most memorable non-sexual feelings." Chapter 8 - While the men are away. The sound of falling rain woke Diana. Opening her eyes and staring at the narrow cave window, she could tell that morning had arrived but that the sun was hidden behind the rain clouds. Holding her hand up, she knew that the body exchange hadn't worked as soon as she saw the now familiar red fingernail polish on her still slender hands. If Mozz was right, this storm would last several days and there would be no more moonlight for another attempt until the next series of full moons. Sitting up, she stared at the exposed, sleeping man beside her. His obvious manhood hanging between his spread, long, hairy legs, clearly demonstrated that the body exchange had failed. She propped herself on one elbow and looked at his face, noticing a look of total contentment that she'd never seen before. His eyes were closed and his lips, slightly open, were fixed in the most beautiful, small smile as he slept. Feeling disappointed because the exchange had failed, she slipped out of the bed, being careful to not wake the sleeping man. Pulling the robe on because she was cold as the cave lost its heat, she walked out to the Throne Room and sat down on the cold Throne rock chair, pulling her legs up under her. She felt very depressed but wasn't sure if that feeling was because of her period or the failure of the body exchange. As a tear flowed down her cheek, she heard the first distant boom of jungle drums. Sitting up straight, she listened to the sound, which was magnified by the natural echo within the cave. After two minutes of listening to the drum, she walked forcefully into the bedroom, stepping over Devil again as he lay outside the door. When she opened the door, Kit woke up. As he stared at her body, realizing also that the exchange hadn't worked, Diana simply declared in a slightly despondent voice "The exchange failed. We're going to have to continue our impersonation of each other for at least three more weeks. Hear the drums calling for The Phantom's help? The Maagua tribe is being attacked by the Watkssi tribe over land that they both claim ownership. The Phantom has to go stop their fighting and settle the dispute. I'll pack your saddlebags." ****** Like all caves, when it was raining outside, the cave walls dripped moisture. And it was pouring outside. Even in their bedroom, there was a small stream of water that gathered in a low spot near the door and flowed out the door, down the hallway. The cave was cold and Diana had put on trousers, high boots, a blouse and a sweater; but was still cold from the continual dampness. The Phantom had ridden off about two hours ago and would be gone at least four days. The storm was expected to last for five or six days so he would be constantly soaked. Having ridden across the jungle under similar circumstances, Diana knew that her mate was probably more uncomfortable than she was. At least she was dry. Looking at the falling rain through the cave entrance, she shivered. The heavy limbs on the nearby trees swayed back and forth as the heavy rain beat upon them. The breeze carried the scent of wet earth and mildew. The village was invisible because of the heavy rain. She stared out the entrance, feeling the cool breeze that blew through the cave openings. Aware that she was shivering, she went looking for ways to stay warm. The best way to stay warm was to crawl up in a dry bed with your mate, but that wasn't a viable option. Remembering all the times that the former Phantom had ridden out, leaving Diana behind to amuse herself, she suddenly felt a little depressed now that she saw what was really available for Diana to entertain herself. The former Phantom had never experienced such a depressing feeling as she did that day. Her mate was gone, and she had an emptiness inside that felt like a knot in her stomach. The loneliness of having no one at home on a cold wet dreary day and having menstrual cramps, was an awful feeling. If she had been superstitious, she would have considered the rain as a bad omen. Being a realist, she knew that it made the situation more miserable than it should be. She spent the day in the Chronicle Room, going through the old stories, looking for more references about the Looking Glass rock. Finding none, she wrote a short cryptic entry in the current journal, describing how they had used the rock and "encountered some unusual effects" that would be detailed later. Before she closed the journal, she compared the difference in her handwriting with her mate's handwriting. After a late and lonely dinner by herself, she returned to her bedroom and crawled under the blankets, smelling the scent of their bodies still trapped under the blankets. Because both of them were planing to spend a lot of time in bed exploring their new bodies, they hadn't been too active in swapping the bed sheets everytime a new wet area formed on the sheet. Lying in the darkened room, she thought about the way that she had gone from being a man of action to being a female nymphomaniac. She knew that she couldn't get enough of his cock and wished that he were there in bed with her. I'm like a bitch in heat, she thought with amusement. Her mind was dancing crazily from one thought to the next, noticing every detail around her. The night seemed alive, somehow more vibrant than before. Or maybe she was just more sensitive to it. She felt like she was no longer in control of her actions, like her mind was the prisoner of her body, and her body was being pulled along by some force unknown to her. She trembled, and it was more than the chill of the night. ****** The warm of the bed felt great after a day of walking around the cold cave. She luxuriated in the feel of the stress draining away as her body warmed up, under the blankets. She was naked and as she rolled over onto her back, the sheets scraped against her nipples, which were mildly erect for some unknown reason. She cupped the ripe curve underneath her breasts and ran her hands lightly over her nipples, which stood up prominently from that slight touch. Shutting her eyes, she began caressing her breasts, enjoying the feel as her nipples became turgid and her breasts became more sensitive. The touch of her searching fingers made her nipples darker and harder. Almost instantly, she became so much warmer that she had to pause for a second to throw the top blanket off the bed. Curling back up under the remaining blankets, she cupped her breasts again, feeling the hot blood rushing through her body. Pensively, she looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft bulges of her breasts as her hands played with the twin orbs, squeezing them. She enjoyed the feel as the nipples hardened and stood erect. Groaning softly, she rubbed them, cupping the full mounds in her hands as she pinched the hard, pink nipples. She pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to control the mounting urge that was tearing through her loins. She imagined it was his hands on her soft breasts, his mouth on her nipples, then his fingers stroking down along her rounded stomach, his tongue pausing at the navel dimple. Letting her hands drift down to the curve between her strong thighs, her fingers explored the familiar curling dark hair, felling the now familiar yet still strange feminine wetness and warmth flood through her body. Holding a breast with one hand as she dipped the middle finger of the other hand between her cuntlips to find the wetness in her vagina. She probed herself, and thrust her finger deep inside the opening and brought some juice out to cover her clitoris. After that she moved her legs apart to began masturbating. She had two fingers hooked inside the mouth of her vagina, her thumb rubbing her clitoris with a jerking motion as she imagined his penis thrusting in and out of her passage. She felt like a pot about to boil over, hissing, bubbling, and the cover jiggling a bit as the steam fought to be set free. Little shivers went rippling through her crotch, and she began to move her hips just a little, tightening her leg muscles, feeling the sheet rub gently against her pubic hair as it stretched across her body. She tweaked her nipples harder and then scratched them lightly with her nails, enjoying the slight pain that quickly was replaced by a very sensuous feeling. She rotated her hips in bigger circles, now pretending that she was fucking Kit. The motion made her cunt and asshole spread slightly open, then close. With her palm, she spread her pubic hair so that she could massage her cunt lips. Slowly, she let her fingers manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and pluck tenderly at the erect, hardness of her clitoris. She stretched her legs out and opened them slightly so that she would be able to move her fingers more easily along the smooth, wet crease of her vagina. She rubbed her middle finger up and down her slit, feeling the moisture from her slit lubricate her finger. Her inner lips stiffened and easily parted from her finger's gentle probing, allowing her finger to slide easily into her as she probed her cunthole and urethra. As she nudged her clitoris with her thumb it swelled and sent shocks of electricity into her limbs, causing her to shake with excitement as she felt the now familiar dampness seeping from her vagina. As she caressed the folds of her labia, she felt several warm waves of pleasure, which increased in urgency, as she began to approach that threshold of pleasure where there was no stopping. She continued to stroke her clitoris, causing contractions to begin in her lower stomach and groin. They rapidly began to build up, until she abandoned herself to the pleasure, resulting in the most intense ecstasy type of pleasure pulsing within her groin. By now, she was gasping and had thrown the rest of the cover back so that her sweating body was unhampered by any heavy blankets. Her hips were moving in alternating circles and humping motions. She slowly guided her finger deep into her cunt, enjoying the sensation as the knuckles forced her lips slightly wider apart, then closed quickly over the deepening finger. She eased her finger into her moist cunt, wiggling it, scraping her fingernail against the tender walls and writhed her hips up against her hand until she couldn't push any farther Reaching the full length of her slender fingers, she knew that it wasn't anywhere as deep as a cock could go, but it was the best thing that she had at that moment. Twisting her hand, she moved her finger in and out, enjoying the stroking feeling as she repeated the probing in and out motion. Rubbing her urethra with her other hand, she heard a low moan that she knew could've only come from her lips. Using her other fingers to part the warm, wet flesh, she bent her finger slightly and turned her finger, feeling the knuckle and fingernail tease the sensitive velvet lining. A musky odor that was sweeter than the smell of perfume filled the air, as her body exploded with sensations. Her probing finger felt the inner ridges of her vagina open as though expecting a cock. At the same time, the outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy, trying to hold her finger within. Jerking her finger out for a moment, she held it under her nose, letting the strong musky smell of her vagina fill her nostrils. Ramming her finger back deep inside her, she began stroking within herself, as another finger played with her clitoris. Her strokes became faster as she began to build toward her climax. Pulling her finger back, she shoved it back down with the neighboring fingers, jerking from the increased full sensation. She arched her back and opened her eyes, as a look of sheer ecstasy filled her face. Her fingers were drenched with her juices as they worked quickly on her clitoris, penetrating deep into her body. Her loud moans echoed around the cave as she stroked herself, rubbing herself harder and faster. With the other hand, she rubbed her breasts, rubbing her aching nipples between her wet fingertips. Seconds later she explosively came, grunting and moaning as her whole body shook with the release. She rammed all of her fingers in and out of her spasming pussy, enjoying the sopping wet feel. She cried out as she came, her eyes closed, her wrist vibrating as fast as she could move it. Pulling her fingers out, she could feel her muscles twitching as if it was a mouth gulping and swallowing. She groaned as her juice drained down her crack, flowing down her ass, onto the already stained sheets. She gasped for breath for a few seconds and almost exhausted, pulled the sheets back over her body, curling up so that she could bask in the afterglow as she drifted off to sleep. ****** "Diana" echoed through the many rooms of the cave. It had been morning for several hours and Diana was cleaning up after breakfast. Recognizing her friend's voice, Diana walked into the Throne Room. A bent over, soaking wet Taizza was carrying a heavy basket of damp firewood on her back. Diana helped her put the heavy load on the floor. Straightening up, Taizza stated "The Phantom stopped at my father's house yesterday as he was leaving and asked me to stay with you today so that you aren't lonesome and suggested that I bring some firewood over so that we can take a warm bath." In one of the smaller rooms back in the cave, one of the earlier Phantoms had found a natural scooped area that he built into a bathtub for his wife. He obtained an old wood stove and installed some metal barrels on the stove; then found a way to divert water from a stream that ran nearby. By diverting water into the barrels, the stove would heat the water, which could be released into the natural depression. The two women carried the wood back to the tub and locked the lever that started the water flowing toward the metal barrels. While Taizza filled the barrels, Diana built a small fire within the stove, using some very dry wood that was stacked by the stove. After the fire got going, they added some of the wood that Taizza had gathered to help fuel the fire. Within half an hour, they had the depression filled with steaming water and were working on heating a second, smaller batch of water. While Taizza re-directed the water, Diana went to the wine cellar, returning with two bottles of wine. Undressing and easing into the very warm water, Diana opened one of the bottles of wine and poured some into the two glasses. Taizza pulled off her skirt and eased into the warm water, giggling as she settled in the water across from Diana. It was a small oval shaped depression that was very similar to a bathtub that would only fit one large men or two facing, small women who didn't mind the other woman's feet intertwined between her spread knees. The hot water and the wine relaxed both of them and within minutes, they were giggling like two naughty schoolgirls sharing intermost secrets. The first glass of wine disappeared quickly and they re-filled their glasses, laughing as they laughed about a recent couple's romantic tryst within the village. The man had slipped into the hut thinking that the father was gone, with the intent of sneaking the girl out for a walk in the woods; but his probing fingers in the dark, found the father's dick in the darkness. The combination of wine, warm water and laugher worked away some of the knots in Diana's shoulders that had built from being trapped in the cold cave all of the previous day. She slipped a little deeper into the water until the warm water was just under her chin, bending her knees slightly so that she didn't crowd Taizza. Diana moved her head from side to side, trying to get the slight pain in her shoulders to go away. Taizza asked, "Would you like for me to rub your shoulders?" Diana nodded her head, accepting the offer, taking a big gulp of the wine; then sat up straight, bending her head slightly as she shut her eyes. As Taizza shifted positions, her foot brushed against Diana's inner thigh muscle. Dropping to a kneeling knee's position and leaning forward, Taizza began massaging her friend's neck and shoulders. After a couple minutes of neck work, Taizza gently lifted Diana's chin bringing her face up so that her face was level with Taizza's breasts. Opening her eyes, Diana stared at the young pouty breasts that were only inches from her mouth. Picking up Diana's wineglass, Taizza held it level with Diana's mouth, indicating that she should take a drink. Diana opened her mouth and tilted her head slightly staring into the dark eyes of her friend as she swallowed a mouthful of the wine. Taizza put the glass back on the ledge and poured it full. Picking it back up, she took a big sip, tilting her head, which thrust her breasts out, almost touching Diana's nose. A little of the wine dribbled down her chin and down onto her breasts, the drops of wine snaking down her breasts. "So, do you think that Mauba will like my body?" she whispered, then leaned forward so that her bobbing breasts were only two inches from Diana's mouth. Diana stared at the nipples, which were more tumescent than normal as Taizza fingernails started tracing small circles on Diana's back and lightly scratching her with her fingernails. As Taizza's nipples bounced up and down slightly just inches from her face, Diana responded "Yes, you've got one of the most beautiful bodies that I've ever seen. Mauba will be a lucky man." Taizza unexpectedly sat back on her leg so that her face was now level with Diana's face. The young woman softly asked, "Then help me. Mauba only talks about how nice you look in your clothes. He talks about you all the time, never about me. Teach me what I need to know so that I look like you and know how to please him. Tell me the secrets of satisfying a man." Diana laughed out loud then stopped laughing when she observed that Taizza was serious about her request. Taking a deep breath, Diana softly replied "I'll give it a try." Taizza leaped forward, wrapping her arms around Diana's neck as she squealed, forcing Diana's face against the soft boobs that she had been staring at only seconds before. Pulling back away, Taizza excitedly asked, "Can we do it today?" Grabbing the edges of the depression, Diana lifted herself up. Handing Taizza a towel, she simply advised the younger woman "I'm not much of an expert, but the two main weapons that most American women have, are anticipation and mystery. I can help you dress so that you look like an American woman, but you're going to have to learn how to add the mystery to your personality and the anticipation to Mauba's expectations." "Mauba went to river town last fall and came back claiming that all American women shave their pussies. Can you show me how to shave my pussy?" Diana laughed at Mauba's knowledge of female hygiene practices, knowing which section of the river town that he probably learned that in. The prostitutes who worked the incoming ships, shaved themselves not so much as to look sexy, but because their frequent customers' cum kept their pubic hair looking matted. Not only was easier to clean a shaved pussy, but it also made it easier to detect some medical problems. Guran had told The Phantom about Mauba's fucking binge, nailing anything and everything that had a warm cunt and a willing disposition. He even fucked a sixty-year-old grandmother which the other men kidded him about. "Diana, please. If you don't shave me, then I shave myself when I go home. I determined to show Mauba that my pussy as good as town whore's pussy." She pleaded, putting a sorrowful look on her face. Looking at the begging look on her face, Diana knew that she would try to do it herself. Looking at the woman's heavy dark bush, Diana explained "You'll have to shave it all the time or it'll itch. What if we just trim it a little?" "I want it shaved. If I don't like it, then it can grow back out. Please - please - please, Diana." "All right. I've got to go back to our bedroom and get Kit - I mean, get The Phantom's shaving kit. Lie down on the ledge." When Diana came back, Taizza was sprawled on the ledge, still sipping on the wine, having poured another glass for each of them. Taking a sip of her wine, Diana sat down beside Taizza and began running a comb through Taizza's thick patch of pubic hair. The hair was still damp and Diana brushed it up and parted it so that she could trim off the mass with her scissors. When it was ready for the scissors, Diana eased the point of the scissors into the patch of dark hair and made a little snip, as she pulled the cut hair away, exposing a little of Taizza's mound. Diana made several more snips and once as she was positioning the scissors, her knuckle brushed against Taizza's cunt lips, causing Taizza to jerk slightly. Diana ignored her slight movement and continued snipping until she had it trimmed as much as possible with the scissors. Wetting a face cloth in the still warm bath water, Diana laid the soothing cloth on Taizza's trimmed area, letting the warm moisture soften the trimmed hair stubble. Then she stropped The Phantom's razor, until it was the desired sharpness. Picking up the shaving soap cup and brush, Diana quickly whipped up a soapy latter. Removing the cloth, Taizza propped herself on her elbows and whispered "Let me see." Diana let the young woman look at the part of her body that had been hidden for years behind her hairy bush. Taizza smiled and leaned back as Diana started to brush on the shaving cream. As soon as the brush touched Taizza's skin, she jumped and started giggling. Diana took another sip of wine, knowing that the easy part was over. Laying her palm on the woman's skin to steady her fingers, Diana began the delicate task of scraping the sharp razor across the flesh, with just enough of an angle to remove the exposed portion of the hair, yet not cut the flesh. She knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied and as the razor glided across her skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness within the delicate tissue. Starting at the top and then moving down and back, she paid special attention to the small fine hairs around her clitoris and between the lips. The area below the vagina and around her ass was also shaved. Working in from the outer most stubble toward the mound, Diana quickly shaved most of her pubic hair, leaving only the mound and the little bit of hair between her pussy and ass. Wiping the razor on a towel to clean it, Diana looked up at Taizza's face to see if she was ready for this portion. Her eyes were wide open, but slightly glazed over and she was cupping of her breasts. Diana recognized that the young girl was turned on by this gentle attention to her mound. With a mischievous grin on her face, Diana rested her palm on Taizza's mound, as she proceeded to take her time scraping away the remaining stubble. She felt Taizza squirming a little and grumbled "Hold still or I'll accidentally cut it deeper. And wider - so wide that a man can put his elbow inside you." Finishing, Diana used the warm face cloth to clean the remaining soap and a towel to dry her. Then Diana picked up the bottle of lotion and confirmed in a husky voice "That area is extremely dry now. I'll put some lotion on you so that it doesn't start itching." Pouring some lotion into her hand to warm it, Diana began rubbing the lotion around the shaved area, taking special care to apply the warm lotion to the vagina lips. Taizza's body started jerking again and Diana looked up to see the young girl grasping her nipples between her fingers, and pulling and twisting on them. Diana leaned over and blew a breath of warm air across her shaved area, causing Taizza to abandon her breasts. Handing the young girl the bottle of lotion, Taizza declined the offer with a quick nod, as the tips of her fingers began to brush across the newly shaved mons. She continued down to her labia, along the sides and then between, finding the juice from her pussy, and using that to coat her newly shaved area. The girl was almost grunting and staring straight into Diana's eyes as she rubbed her own juice around her lips. As rapidly as she started it, she also quit. Changing her position to a sitting position, she picked up her glass of wine and emptied it. Putting the wineglass down, she smiled at Diana as she proudly announced "Mauba is going to get a big surprise when he discovers that I'm as smooth as a baby." ****** The rain continued to pour down that day, that night, the next day, and the day after. Diana and Taizza made Taizza a couple of American style dresses that Taizza wanted. Her choice was a copy of Diana's college cheerleading uniform with one modification, no panties. They modified one of Diana's bullet-type bras to fit Taizza and made her a sweater and matching short pleated skirt. They fooled with makeup a little, but Taizza didn't really like any of the makeup except for the lipstick. So Diana gave her a tube of bright red lipstick. When they were finished, Taizza thought that she looked perfect and hoped that Mauba liked the American college girl look. And Diana made herself a new outfit. A Lady Phantom outfit. She used the same cloth that was used to make The Phantom's costumes, making a smaller version of his costume. Just as tight and form-fitting so it showed off the wide hips, the narrow waist, and the breasts; because The Phantom had learned years ago that crooks couldn't hold on to tight clothes. Instead of a skullcap, she tried just a mask, but the exposed hair was such a giveaway that anyone who knew Diana, would recognize her. Not liking that amount of exposure, Diana made a larger skullcap that was large enough to hide all of her hair. Then she stepped into the form fitting costume and wiggled her way into it. Sliding her arms and shoulders into the top and inhaling, she slowly fastened it up the back, all the way up to the nape of her neck. The top covered her upper chest and neck, forming a nice, skintight turtleneck that stopped just below her chin. The top stretched out tight over her breasts and stopped just below her tits, wrapping itself snugly around her rib cage. The costume was so tight that it showed every detail of her ample body, yet it was stretchy enough to allow her free movement Her pert breasts strained the seams of her purple bodysuit. She rubbed her hands down the outline of her body, admiring the incredible tightness of her costume, enjoying the way that it felt on her more sensitive skin. Looking in the mirror, she observed the way that the tight fabric, the purple color and lighting made miniature shadows that highlighted her hard nipples and made her breasts appear larger. Her bottom was complimented by an equally tight and shear purple trousers, which caused exotic pressures on her legs and her stomach. She ignored the temptation to caress her body as she buttoned the trousers and she blended the lower trousers into the upper torso. The mask didn't look right on her smaller face so she made a new mask with larger, more feminine looking eyeholes. After putting the mask on, Diana slid the skullcap over her head and pulled it down tight. She wiggled it slightly to adjust the eyeholes. The final touch was a pair of shiny, black riding boots with short heels, which she slipped on. She looked in the mirror and the new Lady Phantom stared back. Staring at the mirror, she gazed at the muscle tone of her curvaceous body as she ran her hands slowly over her breasts and rear. Her tight costume looked like a second skin - as if it was nothing more than a coat of paint on her body. It highlighted her hips, the twin globes of her ass and the pucker of the cleft in her woman flesh gathered at her crotch. The tightness and the color made her shoulders look wider, while making her waist look narrower and shapelier. But the best part was how it emphasized her hips, showing off the curves, and made her ass look fuller, and rounder. The tight fitting around the legs showed off her shapely legs and made them look longer on her small frame. As she moved away from the mirror, she felt the tight costume dig into her crotch and rub slightly against her vagina. Stopping to look at her inner thigh area, she noticed that the material was so shear and tight that the mound and slit made by her vagina could be observed. While she didn't like showing off this part of her anatomy, she didn't have time to make a new costume with more room, so she would have to live with that exposure. Going into the armory, she tried to shoot some of the pistols that The Phantom normally carried, but they had too much of a kick for her weaker muscles. So she settled for one smaller caliber pistol, a sawed off double barrel shotgun, and a throwing knife. She carried one of the holsters down to the village and had the village craftsman cut the holster down so that it fit her, while adding places to carry extra shotgun shells and the knife. Satisfied with her costume, she hid it, until she was ready to dress as The Lady Phantom. ****** The jungle drums had told of The Phantom's success, that he was on his way home and would be home that very night. And Diana's period had stopped sometime during the previous night. She took a long luxurious bath, filling the tub with warm water, adding some of the delicately scented bath oil beads into the water. The warm, scented water felt heavenly to Diana. Not only did some of her minor aching fade away, but also she felt cleaner, having soaked in the warmth of the water. After bathing, she rubbed a fragrant pink cleansing lotion to soften her skin. Going back to the bedroom, she worked for two hours on her hair, putting rollers in her hair, drying her hair so that she had some bouncing waves and curls when she finished. Placing the last photograph of Diana beside the mirror, she painfully and patiently plucked her eyebrows shaping them delicately the way that Diana used to keep her eyebrows. An hour later, the improvement in her appearance was incredible. Her hair had been shaped and brushed into a pretty bouncing style that framed her beautifully made up face. But the most attractive feature was her eyes, where she had replucked her eyebrows into the current feminine arched pattern, drawing attention to her incredible large and limpid doe eyes. Several practice sessions had taught her the correct mixture of mascara, false lashes and eyeliner. Below the eyes, her generous lips, coated perfectly with the red lipstick, looked luscious and pouting - the type of kissable lips that men dreamed of. Smiling at her facial image, she thought how the real Diana couldn't do any better. She patted on a scented talc and perfumed her body in various places, then put on a pair of lacy panties and slipped on an expensive satin negligee. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she smiled as she stared at her seductive, feminine, luscious, extremely beautiful image. The scent of the perfume coupled with the sight of her nakedness in the mirror made her quiver as she thought of the evening ahead of her. The semi-transparent negligee clinged to her body like a second skin. Her dark pencil-eraser size nipples vividly poked through the negligee, which rose and fell ever so little, in perfect rhythm with her breathing. Holding her arms back slightly and arching her back caused her stiff nipples to blatantly thrust out through the delicate fabric. She felt a little turned on from looking at herself and from the way her skin tingled sensuously as the underwear rubbed against her skin from the slightest movement. She strutted around the room watching herself in the full-length mirror, observing how her bottom looked in the silky lace. Running her hands over the soft material and feeling it against her skin and fingers, enjoying the sensual touch of the delicate lingerie. Very pleased with her appearance, she waited in their bedroom for his return, eager to see his face when he saw what was waiting for him. Shortly after dark, she heard Devil lie down outside the bedroom door. She walked down the hallway, walking as seductive as she could, without looking trampy. She saw him first as he entered the Cave's entrance. His extremely dirty costume was ripped at the knees and on his shoulder. His boots were coated with mud and scraped. His eyes were dull. As Diana looked at him, she felt the tiredness seeping from his body - on his face was a grim look, not the usual confident grin. She smiled at him, asking, "What happened?" "I tried to take a shortcut across the swamp, figuring that I would save a day, but with all the rain, the paths had turned to mud. I had to walk through mid-knee mud most of the way, leading Hero. I'm bushed. Will you hang up the guns?" He handed her the muddy holsters and walked past her toward the bedroom. Pulling one of the guns from the holster, she saw that rust was already beginning to form. She carried the heavy holsters to the armory and wrapped each pistol in an oily rag to help stop the rust. Returning to their