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Daisy appeared then, with a face full
of what looked like chocolate. “Mamma!” She crawled on the bed, the movement
waking the baby. “She looks like
Wolfie
.”

“Yes, she does.”
Wolfie
was Leslie’s Sasquatch boy, although he was growing rapidly.

“Can I play with her?”

“Not yet.”

“How come?”

“She’s too little.”
Maggy
began to cry; her utterances were repetitive and piercing.
“I need to feed her.”

“She looks like a teddy bear, mamma.”

I held the baby to my chest. “Yes,
she does.”

“When can I play with her?”

“When’s she’s a little older.”

“Can I put clothes on her?”

“I guess,” I laughed.

Lena appeared in the doorway. “I can
hear her screaming from across the house.”

“Nice and loud, huh?”

“Good God.” She sat on the bed as
well. “I’m starving. There’s nothing to eat.”

I glanced at Mike. “You should take
Zelda to the store before my parents show up.”

“I can do that.”

The tenderness I felt for him brought
tears to my eyes. I was incredibly lucky to have found him; although I was torn
between my lovers at times, I had learned to appreciate them in their own ways.
Once my parents arrived, we sat down for dinner, while
Maggy
slept in an infant carrier a few feet away.

“I always worry about you giving
birth without medical supervision,” said mother, who reached for a slice of
pizza.

“Zelda knows what she’s doing.”

“I could never do that.”

“I’m not sure I want to do it again.”
This caught Mike’s attention. “I’m thinking of going on the pill.”

Zelda glanced at me. “That’s
interesting.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it.
When Daisy hits kindergarten, I want to be here most of the year.”

My mother placed her hand over mine.
“I think that’s a good idea. You’ve been out in the wilderness long enough.
It’s dangerous with those Bigfoot hunters and miners and the bears. I worry
about you all the time.”

“I’m pretty darn safe with the tribe.
They can protect themselves.”

“I know, honey, but we would like to
see you more often.”

“I’ll support whatever you want to
do, honey,” said Mike.

Dad reached for a slice of pizza.
“You have time to figure things out. Daisy’s still young.”

“Nothing has to be decided today.”
Mike gave me a wink.

It was wonderful knowing that I had a
support system around me, especially Mike, who took a lot of things in stride.
I never felt pressured to leave the woods, but for Daisy’s sake, I wanted her
to have a normal life. If she chose to live with her brothers and sisters, that
would be a decision she could make after she had graduated from high school.

Later that night, we sat in the
living room, which had a roaring fire. Lena was with Daisy, reading a book,
while Zelda and I and mom sat and talked.

“So, when do you think you’ll go
back,
hon
?” asked my mother.

“Early summer. I need to recuperate.
I have to get back into shape.”

“It gets harder with each pregnancy.”

“I
gotta
call Dr. Haynes and let him know about
Maggy
. He’ll
be surprised that I had a girl. I still can’t believe it.”

“You’ve made the tribe proud.”

I grinned. “Thanks, Zelda. I try.” It
was wonderful that my family had come to see me, but I was exhausted, fighting
to keep my eyes open. “I’m going to bed, guys.”

“You look tired,” said mom. “I can
put Daisy to bed.”

“Thanks. I was up half the night with
Maggy
.”

“Let me help you tonight.” Zelda got
to her feet. “I can give her a bottle. She needs more milk anyway, that’s why
she’s waking up every two hours.”

“You’re awesome.”

Mike followed me into the bedroom.
“You sleeping?”

“I’m exhausted.”

“We’ll try to keep it down.”

I crawled under the covers. “I won’t
hear anything anyway.”

“You get some rest.” He kissed my
forehead.

“Okay,” I yawned.

He got into bed with me, drawing me
into his arms. “You’ve done good. I love you, honey.”

“I love you too.”

Chapter Four

Four Months later…

Summer in the Cascades was by far my
favorite time of year. The weather was dryer, wild fruits were in abundance,
and the snowmelt filled the rivers to the brim, as they teamed with fish. I’d
arrived weeks ago with Daisy and
Maggy
, the Sasquatch
baby a surprise to everyone, and Leonard had been so thrilled with a female,
that he had held her up, displaying her to the other apes, while howling his
pleasure.

Female Bigfoots were rare, and the
only female Sasquatch I had ever seen, Kat, had left the tribe a year ago,
after the birth of her baby boy. Dale had gone with her to live with a
northerly tribe, the family preferring to keep to themselves. Dale had been one
of my first Bigfoot lovers, but, once he set eyes on Kat, he wasn’t interested
in other women. Sasquatches were incredibly horny, taking any opportunity to
snatch a young lady for sex, but Dale only had eyes for Kat. This rare
occurrence was sweetly romantic.

It was early morning, and, as I sat
by the campfire, picking leaves from my hair, Zelda approached. “I got a call
from Dr. Haynes. He’s coming later today.”

“He is? Who’s he bringing with him?”

“I don’t know.” She sat next to me.

“We
gotta
warn the boys, especially Harry. He’s never met him before.”

“Harry’s a good ape. He’s probably
the smartest Bigfoot I’ve ever met.”

Harry was Leslie’s new lover, having
arrived from another tribe after Bubba’s funeral. They hit it off from the
start, and he had stayed with us. They were now inseparable. Long and lean,
Harry’s keen wit and intelligence made him remarkably fun to be around. I’d
never seen Leslie so happy, and Harry loved
Wolfie
and Bubba Jr., who
wasn’t
so little anymore. Both he
and
Lendal
were on the edge of being young men.

“Harry’s pretty cool, but we don’t
know how he’ll react around a human male,” I said.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll have Leslie talk
to him.”

Wolfie
ambled over, his face a matted mess.
Maggy
clung to his back. He and Daisy took care of
Maggy
, playing with her and watching over her, but she
fussed at the moment, wanting to be fed. Daisy crawled out of a tent and sat
next to me.

The grizzled Bigfoot gave me the
baby. “Thanks,
Wolfie
.”

“
Ggggrrr
…”

I held her, as she cried. “Oh, it’s
okay. You’re just hungry.” Lifting my t-shirt, I lowered a flap on the bra. She
settled down and attached herself to a nipple, and, moments
later,
the letdown reflex left me lethargic.

“I should get some coffee going.”

Zelda moved around the camp, while I
stared at her, feeling utterly relaxed. There were noises in the woods: grunts,
howls, and snapping branches. The boys were out gathering firewood.

“We’re moving tomorrow.”

“What?”

“I heard them talking about it. They
want to meet up with a southern tribe.”

I sighed. “Great.” There were some
benefits to the long days spent hiking. I had twenty pounds still to lose from
having
Maggy
, and this exercise would go a long way
to alleviate that burden. “Why am I always the last to know?”

“You went to bed early. They were
talking about it last night.”

“Yeah.”

It had been harder to bounce back
from this pregnancy. I struggled with exhaustion, and my mood was melancholic.
I’d been feeling down for weeks now. Unbeknownst to Leonard, I had seen a
doctor and gotten on the pill. I didn’t want another pregnancy. I wasn’t sure
how Leonard would feel about that, but I needed to regain my strength and
stamina, as
Maggy
had taken every last bit of energy
out of me.

There was a loud crack suddenly, our
attention shifting to the woods, where several Bigfoots appeared, tall and
fearsome looking. Leonard and Harry approached, followed by Bubba Jr. and
Lendal
.
Pooky
emerged with a deer
over his shoulder.

“Well, look at that,” murmured Zelda.
“We’re
gonna
eat very well tonight.”

Leslie’s head poked out of a tent.
She looked tired, as if she had just woken up. “Are the guys back?”

“Yes, honey.”

She scrambled to her feet, nearing.
“I’m so tired lately.”

I eyed her. “When was your last
period?”

“I know, I know. That’s what I’m
thinking too.”

Zelda handed her a metal cup. “Here
you go.”

“Thanks. I can’t believe I’m pregnant
again.”

“And this is a surprise?” I laughed.
“You and Harry go at it like rabbits. I’m not surprised.”

She grimaced. “The coffee’s hot.”

The Sasquatches had arrived,
strolling into camp with their arms full of firewood, deer, and fish. Self-sufficient
and energetic, they began to assemble a larger fire, throwing heavy-looking
logs onto the embers. Harry had already gutted the deer in the woods, and the
task of disassembling the animal had begun. We would have venison stew along
with deer steaks and fish.

Leonard sat next to me, his arm going
around my back. He smelled of pinesap and wet earth, as the latter was stuck to
his feet. “Porsche,” he uttered, his tone sounding gruff.

“Hi, Leonard.” He kissed
Maggy’s
head, the baby grunting while sucking. “She’s
hungry today.”

“Pretty boobies.” He grinned then,
flashing strong-looking teeth. His look was almost comical.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood
today.”

“Good hunting.”

Leonard had taken to the new role of
tribal leader admirably well, keeping us away from danger and deciding where we
should live. “Are we really going south?”

“Yes.”

“Dr. Haynes is coming today. He’s
bringing a new assistant with him.”

He licked his lips. “We need
chocolate.”

“Oh, for God’s sakes. You’re turning
into Bubba. Pretty soon you’ll be just as big as he was.” Our former leader had
been fond of marijuana and chocolate and eating in general. His belly had been
huge. The confection was a Sasquatch weakness.

“Chocolate is good,” he rasped,
grinning.

“You have to tell Harry about Dr.
Haynes. He’s never seen a white man before. I don’t want the researchers to get
hurt.” These apes had no qualms about kidnapping women and impregnating them, and
they had little use for men. In the years I’d been with the tribe, I had seen
several hit over the head and killed. I wanted to spare Daisy the trauma of
having to witness a murder. “You hear me? He can’t hurt the men.”

Leonard snorted, clearly irritated.
Then he spoke in a language I now understood perfectly. He said loudly, “Harry!
Men are coming today. Don’t hurt them.” Leslie’s ape barely acknowledged him,
working on the deer, but he grunted, shrugging his shoulders. Leonard met my
stare. “He won’t hurt the men. Are you happy, Porsche?”

“Yes, thanks.”

After the feeding, I put
Maggy
down for a nap and settled in against her, sleeping
as well. I was only vaguely aware of the noises happening around me, members of
the tribe coming and going. Succumbing to exhaustion, a series of pleasant
dreams invaded my consciousness. A loud growl woke me some time later, and I
turned to find
Maggy
on her back, her hairy legs in
the air. She’d soiled her diaper and the unpleasant smell lingered in the tent.

“Oh, my God!” shouted Leslie. “I
don’t fucking believe this!”

I sat up, suddenly worried. Snatching
Maggy
, I left the shelter to see what all the
commotion was about. The tribe had tidied up, placing blankets and pillows
around the fire in preparation for dinner. The aroma of cooking sent my tummy
into a series of growls. My attention shifted to the trees, where several
people had emerged, as the Sasquatches growled low in their throats.

“I can’t believe it!” Leslie took off
running.

That was when I saw Shelly, who I
hadn’t seen in years. “Shelly?” She had been with us when we had first been
abducted by Leonard, having been snatched from a camping trip with Doug
Vandekamp
and some friends from school.