Victor zipped the bag up while Mrs. Vargas signed her name to the release papers from the morgue, and then the two began wheeling Saema’s corpse down a long series of hallways, out a set of double-doors, and to a waiting van. It was lightly raining outside as Victor pulled open the van doors and, grabbing the head of the bag by a handle, dragged it onto the floor of the van. He proceeded to fold up the stretcher and put it to the side as his overseer got the van started and warmed up. Once done, he slammed the doors shut, checked to make sure they were locked, and hopped in the passenger seat. It would only take about 20 minutes to get asian to the funeral home from where they were, so the two just chatted lightly and listened to the radio on the journey to the parlor. When the van pulled up, the rain made it Big Boobs so that they pulled in under the awning in the back of the funeral home. The weather had worsened during their brief drive, but some might have argued that the bleak weather was fitting for their jobs anyway. Victor, being the stocky man that he was, generally tended to be the one to handle the bodies and get them inside and on the slab, but he rather liked this. He wasn’t a necrophiliac or anything, but he did enjoy handling bodies (male, female, or whatever else, it didn’t matter to him), and he also knew that he was helping do something good anyway. So, as Mrs. Vargas went on inside to handle a few other things, he walked around to the back of the van, opened the doors, and grabbed the stretcher, reassembling it for use. Victor grabbed at the foot end of the body bag and pulled it along the carpeted floor of the van and off onto the gurney, where he dragged it into a balanced position. He then closed the van doors and pushed the gurney up a small ramp and through an open door, into the back area of the funeral parlor. In this small hallway there were several rooms that opened up from it, but he made an immediate right into a room with three examination and embalming tables as it was here that Saema’s body would be prepared. The gurney with Saema’s bagged remains masturbation on it was brought to the embalming table at the far side of the room, where he pushed it to rest right next to it. He pushed a small lever on the gurney’s supports and then pulled up on the actual padding, lifting her up to where she was on the same level as the slab itself. With a quick pull of the bag, he dragged it from the stretcher to the cold white embalming table. Then, he unzipped her black body bag. Saema’s body lay wrapped in the blue sheet she had been covered in at the morgue, the only thing visible her pale, bare feet. babe Victor stared at her for a moment and then took a knife and cut the twine that was wrapping the sheet around her head. As the twine cut away, he pulled the sheet back and down to her neckline, revealing her stunning face. The girl’s long brown hair lay silently with a few wisps over her face, her brown eyes glassy and staring at nothing, her soft lips parted gently. He tugged at the sheet and pulled it down past her breasts and to her waist, staring at the Y-incision from her autopsy. It was a shame when girls (or anyone, really) died this young, and the corpse on the slab had a great body to her. Whoever had been with her had been lucky. The sheet was pulled the rest of the way down so that it was bunched up around her ankles and, with the cut of a knife, the twine there, too, fell away and he pulled the sheet completely off of her body. Then, much like the rolling efforts made to transfer her in the morgue, he put one hand around her waist, fingers brushing the trimmed hairs of her sex, and another around her shoulders and rolled her towards him. 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