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Taking a curved needle threaded with suture, Zeke then closes the wound with a baseball stitch. As the embalming fluid pumped into Abigail's body, filling her blood vessels and permeating her tissues, disinfecting and preserving her, one mortician hooked a trochar up to a hose connected to another jar of embalming fluid. The trocar can be fitted with fresh tips, but Zeke hones the point of his with a small whetstone prior to each embalming. The business end of the trocar has to be sharp enough to pierce the tough abdominal wall and reach the organs. The embalmer's ideal point of entry is a soft spot of flesh two inches to the left and north of the navel. With a practiced probe of fingers, Zeke fixes that spot on Abigail and places the silver tip of the trocar there. And then, grasping firmly, he thrust it smoothly to make the incision in the abdomen. He lined up the long steel needle under Abigail’s navel, then, the cutting trocar piercing the tender flesh and stabbing deeply into her soft dead organs. Abigail shifts on the table as the trocar enters, and moves massage in motion as Zeke proceeds to impel the shaft in and around her abdomen. To the outsider, Zeke's thrusting -- or "belly punching," as early viewers of the practice described it -- appears blind and random. But there's method behind it. Each thrust works to puncture a separate organ -- first Abigail's heart, lungs, and stomach, and then colon, intestines, liver, and bladder. With an audible sucking sound, the trocar vacuums up the visceral matter it liberates with each puncture: congested blood, accumulated fluid and gases, fecal matter, urine, the semidigested hamburger and fries Abigail ate for her final dinner, and masses of bacteria. Zeke then sweeps the trocar over and around the perforated organs, sucking up additional cavity content. As he does, darkened mass passes through the clear hose and splashes into the slop sink. After a couple of minutes, it stops. Zeke then clicks off the aspirator and withdraws the soiled trocar from Abigail's abdomen. The undertaker methodically embalmed every part of Abigail's viscera, thrusting the trochar this way indian and that so that it pierced in every direction of the compass and shot its preservative into her yielding, silky dead flesh. To exotic preserve and further disinfect the area he's just cleared, Zeke moves to flood it with formaldehyde and phenol. Through his tears he attaches a fresh length handjob of hose to the bottle, connects the other end of the hose to the trocar, and holds the bottle aloft. Again Zeke drives the trocar into Abigail's stomach, thrusting more slowly now in order to evenly and fully distribute the fluid gravitating from bottle to trocar. After two bottles are drained, he stops. A pool of cavity fluid bubbles up onto Abigail's stomach as Zeke withdraws the trocar. He flushes it away with cold water. Into the opening he's created he packs fresh cotton, which will allow the escape of any "reaction gases" that form when the embalming fluid mixes with cavity contents. Her embalming is now complete. With a hose that has been running for most of the procedure, Zeke washes Abigail once more, scrubbing off dried blood and shampooing and conditioning her hair. Her body he pats dry with a soft towel, and rubs massage cream into her face and hands to keep them from drying out. A portable dressing table sits along the far wall of erotic the room. Zeke wheels it over to the prep table and slides Abigail onto it, grasping her by the leg and neck. Formalin has replaced the blood that once coursed through her body, so she weighs about the same as she did prior to embalming. He takes a moment to swab the inside of her nostrils with Nair, to loosen unsightly nasal hairs from their follicles. A white sheet is then draped over her clean body, Zeke positioning the sheet off the nose so the cloth's weight won't flatten the most visible feature on her face. Just seeing her and touching her made me want her again. He also became quite aroused as he handled Abigail’s corpse. Even though he had been embalming for about 30 years; preparing the pretty ones still had this effect on him; especially after his wife had died. He managed to calm himself down enough to be able to continue. Once the arterial embalming of her arteries were filled to the proper pressure and the opening in the neck was closed and sealed. The cavity embalming was then completed and the incision in the abdomen was then sewn up; I took a look at my work so far. The color of the fluid I had chosen was perfect based on the picture of her. 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