Often, bodies that were unclaimed or needed to be stored for longer periods of time would end up here since the director had agreed to take some of the burden of long-term storage away from the japanese city and county morgues. Parked along the wall directly to his left was the stiff corpse of an emaciated elderly woman, her pale feet contorted and hanging out into the cold room. Behind her was a black body bag lying sucking on a stretcher, nothing identifiable exposed to the room except for hospital and receiving tags tied around one of the bag’s handles. That body was obviously being stored here for a while. James’s eyes drifted directly ahead, where the body of a well-endowed African American man lay under a clear plastic tarp on a stretcher, flanked on both sides by corpses he could only assume to be feminine. On the asian left a pair of pale, toe-tagged feet stuck out from under a clear cover, the feet belonging to what appeared to be a young woman wearing pajamas. Her long, dark hair was cascading off of the stretcher and hanging down a bit towards the tiled floor. On the dead guy’s right another woman lay, her body covered with a black plastic tarp of sorts. The night attendant walked over to that second gurney and looked closely at what he could see of the body laying beneath the plastic cover. The corpse was obviously female, simply based on what he could see of her curves, and her feet had well-defined arches and a softer look. Peeking around at the tips of her toes, he saw that she had blue nail polish on. Yet, her flesh had a very pale, almost marbled look to it, and he could quickly tell that this was where the pungent scent from the other room had come from. He coughed for a moment to regain his composure and then took Blowjobs a couple steps forward to check one of her toe-tags. Dead for eight days, he thought to himself. It looked like she had been found a few days after her death, though thankfully she had spent time in the morgue in refrigeration or otherwise she’d be even worse off than this. He began to tug at the plastic tarp, dragging it down and slowly revealing her exotic face in the pale light of the refrigeration room. Her features were soft and feminine, her face a bit plump . Her once-bright green eyes had hazed over and were barely a faded pea soup color now, her greyish lips parted as if in shock of her days-old death. Long, dry wisps of black hair rested on her face and draped somewhat off to the side. James kept pulling on the black cover until it went past her large breasts and bloated stomach, finally letting it bunch up and fall down onto the tiled floor, leaving her thick, hairy sex exposed to the room. Walking along the side of the gurney, he approached her head and ran his fingers through her dry jet-black hair, letting it flow off to the side. 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