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I slid Abbie's beautiful young embalmed, dressed, cosmeticized, and coiffed 21-year-old body reverently inside sideways blonde until she could lift first her upper body into the casket, then her feet. Then she pulled the cart away, the extravagant white satin lining yielding gently as the weight of her embalmed body came down fully upon it. He took great care as I carefully positioned Abigail in the casket, luscious long legs were straightened together, black-shod sheer feet lined up precisely together, pulled on the hem of her dress till it lay straight and smooth and positioned her head on the lace-encased satin pillow. The pillow below Abigail's head, he sees, is overstuffed, elevating her head at an awkward angle. Zeke cuts a third of the padding from the backside and sets the reshaped pillow beneath her head, now more comfortably positioned. Lifting her head and shoulders he zipped up the back of her evening dress carefully smoothing the dark blue, fluid silk over the graceful curves of her body before I arrange her shoulder-length hair framing her face. Zeke now brought out a small jewelry case and placed the diamond necklace around her lovely neck and fastened it before lying her back down. Abigail's rolex watch was placed on her right wrist. Small matching pair of her favorite diamond studded pierced earrings attached to Abigail's earlobes completed her burial outfit. Abigail's head is already turned fifteen degrees to the right, the side facing mourners. Zeke wants more of her head to show so that her face can be seen clearly as her casket is approached. Using the Damask Rose's cranking mechanism, I raises the mattress bed until Abigail's right shoulder is level with the casket's rim, and then tilts her entire body ever so slightly to the right. He now tucks loose clothing in and around the body, readjusts the scarf, and arranged her silky long blonde hair and arranged it down her bare shoulders so that so it framed her face. She took her hands and carefully folded them on her stomach. Mrs. Jones arrived at 1 PM with the first of the flowers. She made several other deliveries of flowers throughout the afternoon. "Now, a special present, from me, Because no woman should be without her bouquet" I brought a flower box from the back of the chapel and took out a lovely bouquet of white roses and lilies, tied with a satin ribbon, and placed it in Abigail's hands. Her deep red nails complemented by a single rosary being entwined among the leather-sheathed fingers and a crucifix being placed in her joined hands. Abigail’s color is perfect under the lights. With a clean brush, I dusts off makeup that colors a bit of hairline, and combs stray strands of her lovely golden hair back from her face. He stood back interracial and looked at her again, his mouth watered. There she lay, surrounded in satin, and shrouded in silk, wearing only the dress, stockings and heels. She looked like she could sit up in the casket at any moment and that was always the look Zeke strived for with my attractive female clients especially the younger ones. The young woman was easily the most beautiful corpse they had ever prepared in their twenty years in the indian business. Under his careful hand, the young girl now looks at rest. In her gentle repose is the "memory picture" White I wants her family to leave with, the lasting illusion of a beautiful girl who has slipped quietly, peacefully off to sleep. None of them, of course, will ever know the effort it took to achieve that look. Zeke closed both lids of the casket and then returned to put the supplies away. he went upstairs, shaved and showered and dressed before having a bite of lunch. Before 2 pm he came back down and opened the upper lid of Abbie's casket. Her father came a few minutes later with a digital camera in his hand. As I approached the casket; I could see Abigail's body lying in repose. Her hands lay crossed on her abdomen. Abigail had been very good to him slut and was a great daughter; in some ways, I didn’t feel like I deserved her. Now, though, she had been taken away from him and it was hard for him not to wonder what could have been. Abigail’s father broke down in tears as she saw his daughter, then composed herself, and stood a long time, just took a long look at his daughter's corpse over carefully. “You have done a wonderful job” she said to Zeke “he am heartbroken to loose my daughter, but it is a great consolation to see her as a lovely bride. he don’t understand the torment that led to this, but she looks so peaceful and composed now. Thank you for your kindness” He then asked if the lower lid could be opened. As his blonde desire washed over the beautiful young woman before him, Claire grew wet instantly. White "I am very tired, I danced a slut lot and I am very sleepy, so can we talk about it in the morning? I will have to deal with that, if and when the time comes. She said, unsure where this was leading. Even if he was going to kill her when he was done, leaving his indian DNA all over her would be an express ticket back to jail. “Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear you say!” I laughed with her. Convulsed. That wonderful passion surged through my body as both my holes drank in those dual frictions. Then he was groaning almost like a dying animal, gathering her hair up away from her face as the pretty young brunette felt his rod stiffen in her mouth. I couldn’t see daddy anywhere. I ripped my hand from Bonnie and took Audrey by the hips, as it was time to seal the deal, as it were, with these two. "Oh, nice." he said . “Amy, can I ask you something? 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