38 SaturdayEver since he saw her on TV last night, Stucky couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty FBI lady. Actually she’d dominated his thoughts ever since he watched her outside the double-wide trailer, down on her hands and knees paying homage to his handiwork. And now thanks to the news reporters he had a name to go along with her: Special Agent Maggie O’Dell.
He’d been disappointed that she hadn’t opened the container he’d left on the hood of asshole’s cruiser. He wanted to watch her face when she read the note. Instead some guy in a ratty-ass lab coat with a stringy ponytail did the honors. He poked and prodded Stucky’s precious work with gloves, forceps and absolutely no expression on his face. It was emasculating and anticlimactic when that masterpiece should have elicited orgasmi
