A light breeze blew through Jay's hair and over his skin. He could feel warmth from overhead beating down on his back. He smelled flowers defiantly pressing up against his face refusing to be crushed. Tall blades of grass responding to the push and pull of the wind tickled him all over. He was outside.

"What?" Jay shot to his feet only to crumple over as his knees buckled under his weight. He landed face first onto the ground. Jay turned his head sideways and spat a loosened piece of grass from his mouth.

"Shit that hurt! Hold on; wait a second am I naked? Are you kidding me, I'm naked? I don't recall drinking that much last night, in fact, I, uh..." Then Jay remembered the tentacle 'thing' with the glowing tendrils grabbing him and..."Now I am here. Where is here?"

Jay managed to sit up, expending a large amount of energy in the process, and observed his hands and legs lying helplessly in the grass. They were much darker and a different tone altogether. The familiar grayish skin tone he was used to was replaced by a very nice warm brown color. His fingers were longer and so were his legs it seemed, oh, and yeah, so was that. "Huh, that's interesting." Jay focused his concentration on slowly raising his hands to his face. He imagined he wasn't going to find the same features he was used to, just like everything else. He was right. Jay really thought he had lost his mind.

Once more the young man attempted to do something that he had done for over two decades, stand up...and once more he fell.

"You have to be patient. Don't rush," a soft feminine voice called from behind him.

Jay managed to sit up and was desperately trying to locate the source of the words. Then fell over once again. "Ow! Hey, Where am I? What is wrong with me?" Jay pleaded.

"I am not sure, but I have the same problem. My face and body seem to be different from what I was born with, and I am not exactly sure how I got here. Whatever 'here' is..."

Jay rolled over onto his back like a large helpless baby. "Why can't I get up!?!!"

"It takes a couple hours I think, hard to tell time here," the woman's voice responded.

"What do you mean here? Isn't this Cenerea?"

"I don't know."

Jay carefully lifted his arm and looked at his wrist; his hand flopped backwards as if it was broken. There was NO bio-implant. He had nothing on him or in him. He was au natural...different, but still nothing embedded in him.

"What's your name?" Jay asked.

"Wendy. At least that's what I seem to recall."

"What!?!!" Jay went cold. Was he dead? Was this some sort of afterlife? "W-w-Wendy Bouri?"

"Yes, oh my, how did you know my name?" inquired an extremely beautiful, extremely tall, and very naked goddess stepping from the cover of tropical fauna. Her skin was a golden bronze, similar to what Jay had acquired. The pretty stranger dropped to the ground beside Jay quickly realizing she forgot her modesty in the excitement. "Oh, I am so sorry," Wendy said, attempting to cover herself. However, examining Jay's similar predicament, realized it was futile. "Oh, damn..." she let her head and shoulders droop in despair. Her lovely dark hair fell all around her.

Jay lay in the grass completely confused, losing himself in Wendy's mesmerizing beauty.

"What about you? What's your name?" she asked.

"Wha? Oh, um sorry, it's Jay."

"Ah. Nice to meet you, Jay."

Jay forced himself to focus. "So, what's going on here? Are we in some sort of Homeland experiment?"

"Homeland experiment? I don't know. I don't believe so. All I can tell you is that I woke up in the same spot you did about seven days ago...I suppose you could call them that...Letria up, Letria down. Seven of those cycles."

"Days it is." Jay smiled.

Wendy returned the expression. Her energy rebounded as she relayed her observations and findings to her captive, but very interested audience. "Well, Jay, I found that the day and night solar cycle seems to be longer here. There is also a very large singular moon that passes overhead. It's very pretty...Hey! Do you want something to eat? I found fruits and berries all over this place...just don't eat the purple ones over there. They will give you the...Anyways, wait here; oh, ha, forgot you can't go anywhere. Well, I'll be right back, let me go get you some of the ones that are edible."

"Wow, she really is a firecracker!" Jay thought as he watched the lovely woman leap from the ground and stride off into the light jungle, it was the sexiest sight he imagined he had ever seen. Her proportions were just..."Okay, wait a second, buster. One. You can't walk. Even though it's evident the other parts work, one of which needs to stop before she gets back. Two. She is 35 years older than you...not that she looks it. Three. She is Harold Bouri's wife, well, widow...stop it Jay, damn, dude. Four. You are on the rebound. Five...no, five, you have no five. Cool, no five. And she's back."

Wendy emerged from the jungle holding several freshly picked fruits she had acquired. "I found these over...OH! Uh...yeah...let me lay these..." Wendy set the fruit down and jogged off to the bushes once more. "I'm sorry...Let me see if I can find something to cover up with."

Jay felt like an asshole as he lay on his back, still standing at full attention. "No, it's my fault," he shouted, "It seems I can't control anything...and I mean anything."

"I can see that."

"Thank you, umm, for the fruit. Thanks!" Jay yelled...realizing he sounded stupid. He lifted a limp wrist.

"You're welcome. I will check on you in a bit, let me see if I can find something for us to wear."

Jay used the time Wendy was off hunting for 'clothes' to analyze his predicament. He slowly began to move his legs, toes, fingers, arms, knees, and elbows until he thought the movements matched his typically unconscious motor memories. It took several tries and failures, but by the time Wendy was back, he was bruised, but upright.

Wendy emerged from the bushes sporting a leaf and vine ensemble that for the life of him, Jay found better than the nude version. What the hell was wrong with him? He never had such intense feelings or desires like this back home, they were close with Elle, but this was like a fire in his brain. He could tell Wendy; for all her modesty was experiencing similar issues...all Jay had to do was watch. He could see her eyes as she examined him fully erect...erm, standing. They did not even know each other, but there was some mysterious connection, like electrons, flowing positive to negative that was pulling them together.

Wendy dropped the assortment of leaves and vines on the ground and turned around for Jay to assemble his coverings.

"Well, I guess whatever I don't need I can use to make a fire." Jay said trying to cut away some of the tension.

Wendy giggled. "From what I can tell you are probably going to need all of that!"

They both broke out in nervous laughter.

Nightfall brought strange noises from distant creatures Jay had never heard before. The nighttime sky illuminated with odd star patterns and a massive satellite moon unlike anything he had ever witnessed just as Wendy had mentioned. The sheer number of stars was amazing. He noted there was no need to build a fire, as the temperature always seemed to be so perfect. In fact, it was strange how perfect everything was in this place, planet, dream, or whatever, wherever it was. Nevertheless, as luck would have it, Jay managed to locate some stone earlier in the day that appeared to have flint-like properties, and within a few moments after dusk, had a relatively decent fire going. He figured he needed it to keep his mind, and distance, away from one Wendy Bouri who was staring back at him across the crackling fire like a predator. Her exposed gorgeous body accentuated by the flames...any other time in his life that would be cause for alarm. However, on this world it seems the biological rules were different.

Jay shook his head to regain a small bit of sanity, "What was the last thing you remember, Wendy?"

She blinked, also returning from who knows where, "Ummm, I was...I think I was...it seems so distant, not real. Um, I was on the transport with Gen..Gene...what was its name?"

"Geneticus?" Jay interjected, coming to the rescue.

Wendy glared at him. "How could you know that? That was top-secret information. Who are you with?"

"Harold told me."

"Harold?"

"Yes, your husband, Harold. Don't you remember him?"

"Oh yeah, I remember that son of a bitch. The day I got blew up with..." Wendy stopped speaking and became very quiet. After a moment or two of silence, Jay thought he heard her sniffling, and then he realized Wendy was crying.

Jay stood and moved to the other side of the fire to sit near the upset woman. He felt he was at a decent enough distance he could safely put a hand on the lovely shoulder. "What happened, Wendy?"

"Gil and Geneticus! Those I loved killed for some selfish asshole's purpose and all at my expense. I..." Wendy placed her face in her hands and leaned onto Jay crying uncontrollably. Jay pulled her close and did his best to reassure her everything would be okay. Her warm touch was almost magical and very soothing.

The pair, exhausted by everything they experienced, both fell asleep by the fire, in each other's arms.

The next morning, Jay awoke to the sounds of chirping creatures. Weird things, so many vibrant colors, so damn cheerful, "Shut up! Go be happy somewhere else!" he yelled.

Wendy, wide-awake and seated upright, began to snicker at the half-delirious, half-naked man beside her.

"I hate to tell you, but that is not going to happen. There have to be hundreds of the flying things. They are everywhere...If I did not know better; I would bet that at one time they probably ran this place. Who knows? Either way, I think we need to compare notes. My memories are coming back to me at an alarming rate, but I still cannot figure out what I, you, us, what we are doing here. So much for any of my knowledge of science and technology."

"I agree. Data programming amounts to counting rocks around here."

Wendy laughed. "Yeah, I spent the first several days attempting to get a handle on things. I had flashes of memories at first and then they started coming in like a flood. If I didn't know any better, it was like a data restore from a backup."

Jay propped himself up on an elbow and attempted to listen, but cognitively spent the majority of his time fighting the internal growing urge to touch her. His thoughts were on fire as much as his loins. "What the hell??? What is with this place? I cannot even think anymore...all I think about is her. What I want to do with her, to her, on her, in her, out of her, by her, near her...Arghhh!!! I am about to fucking explode!"

Wendy noticed Jay smiling at her. She desperately fought against the fiery lust burning her from the inside. "...what is it with this place. Ever since I saw him, I just want to do the most carnal things I would have never thought of, even with Gil. I feel like an animal in the wild during mating season that hasn't had it in 2 years." She returned a respectful smile in acknowledgement. "Want some fruit?"

"Sure."

"I'll be right back."

Jay watched Wendy run off...he loved doing that. After several...um minutes, no moments, maybe? Yeah, 'moments' was the best word he could come up with since time was so different here; Jay became concerned that Wendy had not returned. He rose and followed her tracks until they became undetectable in the ever-thickening jungle. "What was she doing in here?" Jay wondered, his anxiety over her absence growing exponentially moment-by-moment. He frantically searched about, fearing something terrible had happened.

"There!" He caught a glimpse of a broken branch. Relieved, Jay was back onto Wendy's trail once more. As he progressed through the jungle following the disturbed foliage left in Wendy's wake he began to hear an ever increasing sound of flowing water, and the rush of a..."What is that? A waterfall?"

The jungle gave way to a brilliantly colored clearing illuminated by beams of sunlight streaming through the canopy of trees. Jay was awestruck. There Wendy stood, waist deep in a pool of water amid the rainbow laced mist of spray falling from the rocks overhead. Ribbons of water flowed over her brown skin following the details of her wonderful body.

"Ooops, it looks like you found me." Wendy was playful, dangerously playful. She ran her hands over her body slowly, the water flowing through her hair and around her perfect dark curves. "Oh no, what's a poor girl to do all naked, alone, and so vulnerable? I mean any guy could just come along and do all kinds of illicit things to her and she could do nothing about it but take it over and over and over."

Jay laughed. He's been here before. Not exactly in this order or fashion, but this was not the first time in his life that he was going to be taken advantage of by an overly aggressive and beautiful woman. "Most guys have to pay for this kind of stuff," he thought.

"Oh for fuck's sake, what's the hold up, stiffy? Get your ass in here, I won't bite...too hard."

Jay did not have to be told twice.

They lived like animals, chasing each other through the jungle until they collapsed wrapped in each other's arms. They would return to bathe at the waterfall, then rest, lying side by side for a nap, breathing in tandem, hearts in sync, no two beings ever as close as they were, or so they felt. Their life became unadulterated freedom and pleasure. For several days, it continued...A torrid, primitive mating ritual that would have leveled buildings at home. Sleep, eat, fuck, bathe, repeat...and not necessarily in that order and not every day.

The dawn of the thirteenth or maybe it was the fourteenth day; Jay awoke to Wendy straddling him, her wild hair a tangled mess of twigs and leaves surrounding her beautiful smudged face. She had her hands on his hairy chest and a big grin on her face. "I think I might be able to have a conversation with you now without thinking about screwing your brains out. At least for a couple hours," she said breathlessly. Wendy lowered her face to his and stared into his brown eyes. Jay was drowning in hers.

"Thank the heavens...I was getting sore." Jay said jokingly, grabbing her around the waist and rolling them both over with him now on top. He was going in...

Wendy pushed him off. "Nope, not going to do it."

Jay rolled onto his back laughing at Wendy's rejection. "Okay, I can be patient. For a little while."

They both walked hand in hand through their private jungle paradise. The morning sun reflected off the ripples their bodies generated as they waded into their personal waterfall fed pool. Jay helped Wendy wash her hair with a concoction he created the day before made from fruit pulp and minty leaves he discovered in the field near where he arrived. Although she found the activity stimulating as Jay ran his hands through her hair, she shunned her animal instincts and decided to be a good girl for the moment."Nevermind, it's on..." Wendy spun around to maul Jay, but when she turned, she found him convulsing. He fell backwards into the water. It took everything Wendy had to get him to the edge of the pool where he would not drown. Then, the man was gone.

"JAAAYYY!!!"