"Good to see you again, Hampton," the captain said referring to Kelvin's code name."Likewise, sir," the honoree returned."I can't say how much having ...ou on the mission helped us." Thank you! Think nothing of it. I was just doing my job!" And a great one at that." You're too kind." I don't think many folks ever told me that," the shaved-headed, blue-eyed man retorted."Well, then they're either blind or dumb or both," giggled Hampton. "I thought you'd be back at Fort Carson." I was. But, when I. .erm...thank you," Justine mumbled, her hand drifted up to lightly finger the collar and not sure what else to do she turned to leave the store. As she reached the door she realized that she hadn't been given the key to the lock, she was about to turn back but whispering and sudden laughter shamed her and sent her scurrying out. Back on the street Justine paced up and down, but she had to wait for no more than a minute before her phone rang. She couldn't suppress a gasp, despite the situation. She was leaning against the counter, drinking from a steaming mug, with her legs crossed at the ankles. The sunlight from the window behind her made her nightgown almost disappear."Sit down and eat or you will be late."I sat down and devoured the toast, eggs and juice. My eyes were on her the whole time as she stood there, sipping her coffee, in the sunlight. I was hard enough to split diamonds. She uncrossed and crossed her legs slowly while I ate, a little grin on her face, her big jugs. He had to believe, because he was experiencing it- There was such a thing as Bigfoot, and he was now it's captive.Frank must have passed out at some point, when he woke up it was daylight.He lay still, and when he didn't hear any noise, he slowly parted the end of the sleeping bag, and breathed in the blessedly fresh air.He could still smell the musky scent of the bigfoot, but had become almost used to it, and had become so acustomed to being carried that the stillness of lying on the soft.