As the lead investigator from Hairy the Medical Examiner’s Office walked up, she snapped her gloves off and took her face mask off as well. She was shorter, around 5’3”, with long brown hair and brown eyes. “I’m gonna finish up here, grab a bite, and then meet you guys at the morgue. Think we’ve got a couple more stiffs just brought in too,” she says, checking through a couple quick texts from the lead technician on duty. “Should be an interesting couple of days.” After the doors were shut, she banged on them asian twice with her fist and the driver nodded, putting the van in drive, and leaving the scene. As the coroner’s van made its way through the mid-day LA traffic, Saema’s corpse shifted in its bag with each sudden turn or stop, her head moving side to side, and the toe tag on her big toe dancing wildly. All-in-all, the ride would be about 35 minutes, though time to her mattered little. The van was parked out behind the main building in front of a set of steel double-doors which required the scanning of a valid city identification card to open. Saema’s body bag was dragged by one of its handles onto a waiting gurney and once the door was opened, brought into a small inprocessing room. There, a security guard reviewed her paperwork real fast before handing the clipboard to the technician at the desk. The morgue tech, a middle-aged Hispanic man, looked over the paperwork and then tugged at the zipper at the feet of the body bag. As the plastic fell away, Saema’s feet, which had been pressed against the bag’s inside, fell forward, exposing her pretty, soft soles to the room. The Hispanic tech read the information on her toe tag and compared it to information on the paperwork given to him by the affectionately-called “corpse couriers,” and then unzipped the top of the bag. He looked inside, lifeless brown eyes staring up at him half-opened, the girl’s lips parted in a look of surprise and resignation. He initialed the paperwork and then threw the flap back over her face, not even bothering to zip it back up. Dignity and privacy didn’t matter where she was going. “Put her in 22 with the others we got in over the last 12 hours. We’ll get her processed before long,” he said, clearing his throat, and going back to his desk to pick up his iPhone and resume texting his younger girlfriend. Saema’s japan body was wheeled through another set of doors and into a long, white corridor from which several other hallways branched japanese off. The walls and ceiling were a rather plain white color, with greyish floor tiles below, the place reeking for form and function rather than interior decorating. As the couriers made a couple turns, they passed bodies on stretchers lying in the hallway, a couple covered in hospital shrouds and a couple others lying under clear plastic wrapping. One of the bodies lying under a clear covering was that of a 32-year-old African American man, quite naked with the tip of his flaccid penis pressing against the plastic, a hole with blackish-red blood drying around it above his left eye a giveaway as to the cause of his death. About twenty-five feet away, they passed the Brunette body of a 43-year-old woman whose neck looked severed and distorted, her face slightly bloated, dried blood coming out of her ears and nose. The toe tag that hung from the right big toe of her stiff, contorted feet stated that she had expired in a car accident some hours before. God, she was beautiful as she rode back on my cock. Brunette I apologize to you.” He says. “This is, my Sin.” She breathed in the steam and set it before me. He’d dropped me in it again, expecting me to get naked in front of a lot Hairy of strangers, and this time not only letting them stare at my body but goodness knows what else. "It is very sexy, please cover it up. “You’re not going to tuck me japan asian into bed, Mommy?” I don’t have much money left, but I wanna like pay you. Just as she reached her clit she gasped as her arousal shot thru the roof. In fact, as Deanne followed the small japanese Indian woman who had introduced herself as Deepti, she heard the noises of sex coming from one of the villas but any view was concealed from casual observation. The world still has two-hundred years.