Let’s assume you do the nightshift in the local morgue, you go on your daily rounds and you are bored to tears.
But than this certain tray with a corps on it catches your eye, it's a woman (you can see this by her hand sticking out under the white cloth) you feel the hand and she is defiantly not warm anymore
By glance at her shipping sheet you discover she was only 21 years old when she got hit by that bus….so she is has to be quit young.
Right than you decide it is time to have a little peek... nothing major you just want to see if she is a full Brazilian or a landing strip kind of girl.
I mean you know it's not going to hurt her and you also know that nobody will ever know.
So you take a peek... and while doing so you discover that you get a hard on.
This will give you stuff to think about for weeks to come... Why did I get the hard on? Does that make me sicko? Is everything okay with me, should I tell my wife?
But after a while you forget about it, and boredom sets in once again.
A coupe of weeks later just on other nightshift you encounter the same situation, you pass a tray with a woman on it, this time it is a suicide and you get a hard on just by thinking about it.
Not the suicide, but the fact that you could again check her out and find out…….what kind of girl she was.
So you lift the cloth and you stare at her vagina.............
You take a good god damn long time to stare at her pussy …. And you think to yourself, maybe I should just check what a dead pussy feels like?
You look around (how stupid, what did you expect nobody ever comes down on night shift, they are all to busy filling out reports and playing poker) and all of a sudden you also notice that your lips are getting pretty dry (and you cannot blame the ventilation this time boy) you take another look and slowly take your index finger and touch her pussy lips.
It feels cold and dry and hairy, you look closer and you find out that she must have not shaven herself, but than you remember what doctor Shirinofsky told you…hair does not grow when you die, but the skin shrinks and there for reveals more hair (you learn some good shit while working in the morgue)
Anyways you decided this is enough for today and you head back up.
Later in bed you masturbate while dreaming of her… the cold beauty the beautiful corps.
This is only the first stage and I can only imagine that things get worse day by day, and I believe it’s only a matter of time until you give a corps a facial or teabag an old man just for the f**k of it, you know for the Kodak moment.
At some point you think it would be fun to give some chick a little head, something to tell the kids about.
One day however you find your perfect corps, and you decide it’s time for you… to join the club of dead lovers.
And you do it… you are not proud of yourself but it was also nothing as horrible as you though it would be, it was rather pleasant.
How worse can it get from here?
Maybe a little gangbang with some poor middle-aged woman in combination with a dead chicken?
Or do you think you can actually give a woman a little pleasure by giving her head?
Well but than the day of days arrives and they catch you, you just did not spot the cleverly hidden camera they installed on your day off.
You learn later that they had suspicion about you for a long time.
You also begin to understand that you became reckless, leaving sperm, don’t clean the cold ones up and so forth.
So they send you to prison, and they stick you in the same pool with all the perverts.
The cons find out soon what you are in for and let you feel what scum you really are.
You get transfer to another prison and some guy thought it would be a neat idea to give you a job in the prison morgue….
