Experience as a hunter and as acoroner had led her to this curious business of desecrating the dead. Withpractice and confidence, she cut into Mrs. Di...on's cold flesh. She meantno disrespect, really, but she had decided long ago that her service madebetter use of the remains than a mere burial or cremation.It took about an hour for her to finish; a good time, likely thanks to howwell preserved Mrs. Dixon was compared to the sinewy battered soldiers sheusually dealt with. Curiously, one concern. Oh, yes, there is one thing you can bring -- a very healthy appetite, OK?" Mac said as she laughed and walked out of Sturgis's office down to her own.That night when Sturgis came over, he had actually brought a bottle of nice wine along with him, and Mac quickly got it ready for them to enjoy with their meal. Sturgis quickly felt at home in Mac's nicely furnished apartment and Mac prepared a meal that she hoped would be pleasing to him. They sat down at her dining table and enjoyed themselves. ‘What the hell’ she fumed,’Git!’Tossing the remains of her latte back, she vowed to treat herself to a nice orgasm at home and then make Tony buy her a new vibrator.The walk back to the carpark wasn’t too long and she was putting the bags in the back of the car when she heard somebody say.‘Do you need a hand?’Automatically, without turning around she replied ‘No thanks, I can manage’‘I’m sure you can, but a helping hand always makes things better’ said the voice and Jane froze as a hand stroked. "We have already been out to your mother's house. We asked if we could see her typewriter. She was most accommodating. We typed up a few lines and they match, in every case. No, you're 'The Psychic'. By the way, we didn't 'out' you to her. We told her we had gone over older letters to the editor and were verifying that this was indeed the address and typewriter that wrote such good opinions. We awarded her a free year's subscription to the paper as a cover," he said smiling."Well, that was kind.