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He pulled the sheet down, exposing her naked breasts. David got excited at the sight of them. They were young, firm breasts and her nipples were permanently erect and now, David was erect as well.

David Trenton was a bonafide necrophiliac. He loved dead things in ways that no one would ever understand. They would condemn him if they only knew. His father had been the only person to ever find out David's dirty little secret and he paid for it with his life.

David was thirteen when his father had caught him in his very first act of desecration. He was literally caught with his pants down. His father had just prepared a young girl's corpse for the embalmment process when he received an urgent phone call and had to go pick up a friend whose car had broken down on the side of the road. David was told to wait there and that his father would return after dropping the friend off at home. David was left alone with the girl's corpse and simply could not help himself. He spent a long time fondling the girl's body and enjoying the fact that she was dead and unable to say or do anything about it. He had then undressed and climbed on top of the girl and had his way with her. He was thoroughly enjoying himself when daddy walked through the door suddenly.

His father was shocked to see his son engaged in such a disgraceful and unholy act and became instantly enraged. He pulled off his belt and chased David around the room beating and whipping him. David cried and begged for him to stop, but his father was too enraged to listen and continued to beat him. David fell over the metal cart which contained his father’s mortician tools. David fell to the ground and all of the tools from the tray fell to the floor as well, scattering all around him. David’s father kneeled over him and continued to beat him. In all of his fury, his father hadn't noticed that his perverted little son had reached over and picked up a scalpel. David reached out and grabbed his father's hand as it was coming down to strike David again and he brought the sharp blade across his father's tender wrist. It made a deep cut and his father gasped, dropped the belt, and fell to his knees, holding his wounded wrist with the other hand. His father looked from his spurting wrist back to his son; a look of shock and disbelief on his face. Blood was drenching the front of his trousers where he was holding his wrist in his lap. He couldn’t believe that his own son would cut him like that.

He grabbed at the belt on the floor and began trying to use it like a tourniquet; that's when David hit him over the head with a very sturdy metal chair, knocking him unconscious. David bent down, picked up the scalpel, and sliced his father's other wrist. He then stood over his father's unconscious body and watched him bleed to death. He wiped his own prints from the scalpel with a handkerchief and laid it on the ground next to his father's hand after first imprinting his father’s prints on the handle. He cleaned up the spilled tool tray and went into the office and typed a suicide note for his late beloved father. He set it in the chair and set the chair in front of his dead father. It all worked out perfectly. As fate would have it, David's father and mother were having marital problems at the time and apparently his mother had been having an affair. So, it all appeared to make sense to authorities and loved ones. David's dirty little secret was safe. David's father had left the funeral home to David in his will. David already a vast knowledge of how to do most everything that the job required and with the help of his uncle, business went on as usual for many years.

When David turned twenty-two years old his uncle died of cancer. By this time David was very proficient at his job and worked feverishly to keep up with the workload. He did, however, have to hire some part time help due to the sheer volume of bodies that would come through from time to time.

Now thirty-four; David spent most of his time at the funeral home. It was his favorite place to be. He never really enjoyed dealing much with the living anyway; they were so troublesome.

David reached down and palmed the dead girl's breasts with both of his hands. They were cold and firm in his warm hands. He was supposed to be getting her ready for her viewing later in the afternoon, but he liked her so much that it was difficult to bring himself to do it. "Damn them!" he said aloud to the dead girl. "They just have to have an open casket don't they?!" I could have filled the casket with something else and kept you for myself. I could have had you for a little longer! You would've liked that wouldn't you have, my love?" He leaned forward and kissed the dead girl's cold lips; sliding his tongue inside her partially opened mouth. That got him aroused and he lifted his head to look at the girl's face. With his fingertips, he gently raised the girl's eyelids up so he could look into her eyes. "Well", he said sorrowfully, "They'll be coming soon and we haven't much time together. We can make love one last time, but we must hurry my love." With that said he climbed on top of the girl and had his way with her.

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