There was no rush. She'd stay for... a while longerand go back when she was good and ready.And in the meantime, that clodhopper Burt could do her work...for her. Shegiggled. The idea of that was far too amusing for words!She reached over to the side of her bed where the damaged copy ofWuthering Heights still lay and picked it up. It suddenly didn't seemsuch a bad idea to keep reading. She didn't have to be afraid she'dnever get the chance to finish. She could just extend her stay until shewas. Silently, they crossed from tree to branch. It seemed random in the choice of direction. They ate in silence, sharing fruit, but nothing else. He didn’t touch her except to lower her to the ground. He didn’t look at her or really acknowledge she was there. Jane’s heart sank. She knew it was over, her adventure was soon going to be finished, but what would he do with her? Abandon her in the wildness of the jungle or kill her. She found that she hardly cared.After a short meal break, they. Every room had one, with the picture being displayed on a bank of TVsets positioned at the end of my small room.There I was forced to lay helplessly, watching the every movement ofmy stunning wife. Although there was no sound I could watch her everymovement, the worst part being watching my captor Wayne spending afew house each day comforting her on my apparent suicide.As the weeks went by so Ms Jones and Wayne began the process ofturning me into a woman. Each and every day I was force fed. "Those are old too yah know. Give them to me. I want to do all the laundry."I didn't move. There was no way I could just take off the clothes I am wearing."Come on, son," she sighed as she approached me.She dropped the other clothes she had next to the bed and put her hands under my shirt. She started lifting it over my head and it finally freed itself. I was still stroking as she did this. I felt myself getting extremely close.She then moved towards my pants. She was gonna know I wasn't.