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55found it odd when he checked her orifices. There was no leakage from any of them, an issue which normally meant stuffing great swathes of cotton wool down throats, up anuses, vaginas and smaller wads into ears and nostrils.She was beautiful in every respect and unlike every other dead body he had ever seen; she just did not look dead. She looked like she was just asleep. It was nine pm at night, normally his drinking time. Since she looked perfect the way she was, he was uncertain how to proceed. Such an incident had never happened before. He decided to fetch his whisky from the house and return with it and a glass to sit down and look at her. He drank a glassful and thought about the way she died. Where did that bee sting her, he wondered? He stood up and carefully looked over her body until he found a tiny mark, almost a blemish, and he instinctively knew it was there on the upper surface of her left breast. The bee must have slipped under the top of her dress and couldn%u2019t get out. As she moved around unaware, the dress will have tightened, squashing the bee causing it to react by stinging her. He surmised this was what happened.He decided to do nothing. This was the first time he had ever received a body that needed nothing cosmetically doing to it. He stroked her hair. He thought of washing and brushing it, but it seemed tidy and only really needed brushing away from her face a little here and there.He poured another glass of whisky out. But then an impulse, unchecked by conscious thought, grabbed hold of him. He wanted to fuck her. He stood up and removed his clothes. He had decided to do the unthinkable, an act he had never considered doing before, but she was just so damn beautiful and what with the alcohol, the loneliness... well, here was a young woman who would not reject him. He felt her breasts. They were firm with large areolas and very pert nipples. He knew he should do a final draining of her bowels and bladder and then plug them to stop pre-burial weeping, but he immediately decided not to as it would prevent him from entering deeply into her. He downed the whole glass of whisky. and the thought of entering her and firing his sperm up deep inside of her, excited him; he became erect. He sat down and took his cock in his hand and began to masturbate. The Undertaker