"Time of death,1:23 a.m.", the doctor announced. It rained tears afterwards. Then followed the usual ceremony, placing clothes over the body, as if to pull down the curtains on this one's life. Four hands moved the body onto a stretcher in transit to the morgue , charon's boat transporting souls across the river styx.
Nabem pranced around the morgue, this gloomy room filled him with so much energy like Krypton's son before the sun. The body rolled in, then four hands left Nabem to his job. He pulled down the drape, he was beside himself with a smile, all the thirty two put on display, a string of pearls. The specimen was impressive.
The cadaver's skin was a washed black, without scars, it's hands were tender, telling tales of a life that was easy. It's face was beautiful with a sea of black 4-c hair sitting on it's head sprawled over the examination table.
He donned his gloves,picked his napkin soaked in cold water and aqua vita. The mortician wiped the cadaver's beautiful face and it's still firm breasts. Closed his eyes, soaking in the experience and there it was, the bulge between his legs.
Ni-ice! But edit it's... I also find myself making that mistake too.
thanks. what mistake did you spot?
The mortician.....it's should be the mortician... its.