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labored
breathing. Dirt and leaves were stuck to her fur along with noxious
smelling cum. Tired looking apes sat on the ground all around us. I
had to grin at the situation. It was sinful that we would welcome a
new member like this, but it was the Sasquatch way. Leonard stared
at her, his expression revealed nothing.
    “What are you thinking?”
    He grunted. “Don’t know.”
    “Have you ever seen a female before?”
    “No.”
    “Do you like her better than me?”
    This got his attention; his black, shiny eyes
examined my face. “I love my Porsche.” He touched me with the tip
of a finger, tracing my cheekbone. “You my girl. My special
girl.”
    “Oh, Leonard.” Wetness pricked my eyes.
“You’re my guy.”
    Mike sat next to me, overhearing every word.
“What am I? Chopped liver?”
    My arm went around his shoulder. “You’re my
guy too. You’re both my guys. I’m a lucky girl.”
    He kissed my forehead. “I’m the lucky one.
Let’s go clean up. I’m fucking exhausted.”
    Leonard grunted in agreement.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    The next morning, after contacting Dr.
Haynes, we were directed to move east, away from the fire, which
continued to burn with about forty-five percent containment. The
occasional sound of aircraft had us rushing for cover, fearing
being seen by someone other than the trusted scientists. It was
imperative that the Sasquatches remain a myth; the reality must be
kept a secret, or else their tenuous survival hung in the balance.
The media or adventure seekers could overrun us. It would be a
nightmare. The thought of Leonard’s head stuffed and mounted on
some hunting lodge wall made me cringe.
    I held Daisy in my arms; the baby was asleep
after feeding, her little hands curled in loose fists. Lendal and
Bubba Jr. ran around snorting and playing, while Kat sat and
watched with a blade of grass hanging out of her mouth. She had
slept between Dale and Pooky, the three of them snoring until the
early hours of morning.
    “The supplies are coming,” said Mike,
happily. He wore a green t-shirt with tan shorts. His thighs were
muscled and sexy-looking. I tingled whenever he was near. He came
over and kissed my forehead. Then he kissed Daisy. “How are my
girls today?”
    “Tired. I can’t wait to get blankets.
Sleeping on the ground sucks.”
    “Help is on the way, honey.”
    Kat listened to our conversation; her eyes
skipped between Mike and me and the baby. She seemed
thoughtful.
    “Are you all right?” I asked. “Are you
hungry?”
    “You’re lucky to have your baby.” Her voice
was higher-pitched than the males and less raspy.
    “T-thanks.” I sensed sadness in her. “Do you
have children?”
    “Yes.”
    “Where are they?”
    “Lost.”
    “What?”
    “My baby died, and my son is lost. The fire
came so fast. We were trapped. It was everywhere.” She glanced at
the trees; her black eyes glistening with unshed tears.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry.” We had the benefit of a
satellite phone, and Dr. Haynes had guided us to safety, sending
air support to drop water. How many Sasquatches had lost their
lives fleeing the blaze? I knew what had to be done. “The guys will
look for him today. Don’t worry.”
    “I’ve tried. His smell is gone.”
    “Do you have a mate? Your son’s father?”
    “He died.”
    “We’ll look for him,” said Mike. “We’ve got
supplies coming later, and then we’ll start the search. I wish like
hell we could stay in one place for a while, but this goddamned
fire’s unpredictable.”
    “I’m so tired.”
    “We should get outta here. Go home until it’s
over.”
    “I can’t leave Lendal. The Sasquatches need
guidance. They’d all be dead right now, if it wasn’t for the
satellite phone.”
    He touched my hair. “I’m selfish. I just
wanna protect you, honey. I wanna protect Daisy.”
    “We’ll be fine.”
    An hour later, after the supplies had been
retrieved, Leslie and I washed our hair with lovely smelling
shampoo,