Nobody Loves a Bigfoot Like a Bigfoot Babe by Simon Okill Read Free Book Online

He had merely done something special for some friends of his.
    Colette finished stacking the boxes. "Pete's away all week, so don't be a stranger."
    As Duane thought for a moment as to when he could drop in on Colette for some sex, his butt itched for a good scratch from his thinking finger. When could he fit her in-the Bumsen Sisters were selfishly taking up all of his time; okay he was spoiling them a tad too much, but he hated the thought of having to say no to them. But they were getting greedy for his man juice. So when could he fit Colette in?
    "I'll see when I can fit you in," he offered.
    Colette suggestively moistened her lips with her tongue and kissed him full on. "There's more of that, so make it soon, my Bigfoot boy."
    Will do
, thought Duane with a naughty glint in his eye.

    ONCE OUTSIDE COLETTE'S hair salon, Duane walked back up the main street to his Harley motorcycle parked outside Annie's Diner. He glanced next door at the sheriff's department and saw that the sheriff's patrol car was still absent from its parking spot. Shame about that, he would have liked to have called in on Lou on the pretext of saying hello, when in fact his real motive would have been to find out if she'd had the DNA results back from the lab in Sacramento on the Phantom Bigfoot Bather Case.
    For, if there was one thing Duane really liked to do, it was to gloat upon his mischievous deeds and the effect they had on others. It was just harmless fun in his eyes. To others, namely the sheriff's department, it was a downright nuisance.
    Duane knew that most people in town didn't mind the thought that someone was entering their homes and making use of their bathroom facilities. And though the sheriff's department was taking the case of the Phantom Bigfoot Bather serious enough, not even they were too eager to catch the perp red-handed, so to speak.
    Duane grinned to himself and gave a nod. It was for the best that she wasn't in. Best get home. He kicked his bike into action with a roar. He slipped his Bigfoot helmet on and kicked into first gear. As if on cue, the music emanating from his speaker system was
Born To Be Wild
by Steppenwolf.

8
    MB PULLED HIS GEAR OUT of the back of the Cherokee jeep. He glanced over his shoulder at Sheriff Lou and Chad as they approached.
    "Hey, Sheriff," MB called out.
    "How long were you listening back at the sign?" Lou looked irritated. She faltered and glared at him.
    MB grinned disarmingly. "Yeah, well, you know how it is." He winked and tapped his directional microphone. "I saw and heard the whole thing."
    Lou gave him an annoyed look. "You were hiding there all that time?"
    MB apologetically shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah I was . . . so what?"
    MB smiled in the hope that his geniality would assuage Lou. It sometimes did. Sometimes it didn't. Depended on what sort of mood she was in. He had a hunch the sheriff was in no mood to be messed around. She seemed cranky and looked hungover from Abe's last night. "Sorry, I know I should have made my presence known. But…"
    Lou shook her head in despair. "I could confiscate that device."
    MB laughed. "Old Indian legend tells us that man who doesn't listen in on other people's conversations, will never find out what bad things are being said about him."
    Lou didn't reply, she just put her hands on her hips and looked un-amused at MB's smiling face.
    Yeah, Lou sure wasn't in a good mood, thought MB. He figured he'd better put on a serious face.
    "You'd better show me the spot where Beau went to take a piss then."
    Lou and Chad trudged back to the infamous leaky tree with MB in tow.
    MB knelt down and sniffed the ground around the offending tree. Offending was the right word— real stinky , he thought—not unlike that found at each crime scene left by the Phantom Bigfoot. He ran his fingertips over the dry earth and then put his fingers up against his nostrils and took a good sniff. It was a familiar smell.
    "Smells like grizzly piss mixed with human