Feeling along the edge of the doorjamb, Zeke finds and then flicks a light switch, flooding the room in a brilliant, white light. Zeke expects the embalming of Abbie to last under two hours. The topical spray won't reach any pathogenic bacteria inside Abbie, which could still leak out when Zeke manipulates her on the embalming table. So before bending and flexing her limbs stiffening with rigor mortis, Before her death, Abbie had pulled her blond hair into a tight ponytail, now disheveled. Zeke will later wash her hair, and have his beautician on call style and dress it. At this point, though, with the teen freshly bathed and her skin more supple than it would be when infused with embalming fluid, he lathers Abbie's face with cream and shaves it. Makeup's easier to apply to a smooth, hairless face, and it won't show the powder he'll dust onto Abigail's features before her casketing. He moves the blade in long, slow strokes, taking care not to abrade Schoolgirls skin. Any cuts he makes now won't heal. The artistry involved in arranging that snapshot consumes most of the embalmer's labor. And much of it happens here, with what's known as "setting the features." The embalming chemicals Zeke will shortly inject into Abigail arteries will firm her soft tissues to a rigid and unalterable state. Now's his best chance to set her into final form. Standing at the head of the table, Zeke raises her head onto a rubber block where a pillow will eventually be placed, and sets the elbows and shoulder blades onto elevated rests. (He could have achieved the same ends with cum less effort and more precision with "arm positioners," prefab metal forms into which arms are locked.) Zeke's broken up most of Abigail's rigor mortis, but he continues to manipulate the limbs, and begins to massage the muscle stiffness out of regions that are most visible at a viewing -- the forehead, cheeks, eyelids, and hands. When he feels the hands relax, he cups them around a ball of dry cotton and joins them at her lap, right over left. A final twist of her head, fifteen degrees to the right, ensures that mourners will see her face -- not just its profile -- when they approach the casket. The angle also keeps Abigail from looking like she's staring gang bang fixedly at the ceiling, an unappealing position dubbed "stargazing." The actual preservation he approaches in two stages. The first, known as arterial injection, involves draining the blood from Abigail's circulatory system and replacing it with liquid preservative. From the cabinet Zeke pulls four sixteen-ounce bottles of a formaldehyde -- "formalin" -- cocktail and pours them into the threegallon clear tank atop a Portiboy embalming machine. The tank fills with water, cutting the solution, and mixes it for injection into Abigail's artery. On Abigail, he draws a sharp scalpel along the right side of the neck near the collarbone, opening a two-inch-long gash that exposes a grayish mass of fat and tissue. Switching scalpel for blunt hook, Zeke probes within the mass until he locates the cream-colored artery; he pulls the vessel to the surface and, slipping a thin file beneath the vessel, secures it. Returning to the cut, he likewise raises and secures the neighboring bluish jugular vein. You set up to start the embalming. Then, her left arm was raised so that it rested at a 90-degreengle to her side, and an incision was made under the left armpit. The appropriate arteries were found, raised and carefully incised, and needles were inserted to drain the blood and inject embalming fluid. Abigail Elizabeth Miller lay quiet, utterly inert, pliant and unresistant, gangbang throughout this process, An artery and vein now protrude from Abigail's neck. With scalpel in hand, Zeke saws an opening into the tough, rubbery artery and guides the head of a metal tube into it, pointing the head toward the heart. A hose affixed to the tube's free end runs to the Portiboy, whose pressure and flow rate Zeke adjusts for a body that looks to be one hundred twenty-five pounds or so. He then trips the machine to life. With a loud, regular clicking sound, the Portiboy begins to pump pink embalming fluid through the tube into Abigail's artery. With the machine's relentless force behind it, formalin pushes blood from arteries into veins. Zeke is careful not to dial up the pressure. Excessive pressure can bloat a body within a matter of minutes, making it look fifty pounds heavier. The blood is now building up. To release it, Zeke slices a hole into the raised jugular and into it inserts the shaft japanese of the drain tube, pushing south until the tip banks against the upper chamber of the heart. My brother stared at my breasts. 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