The Mortician

The Mortician

By: Christy Tanner

Curt John worked at the Dover mortuary he was a mortician. Curt loved his work, which most people couldn’t understand. But all his life he had been a loner, in school he had been picked on and spit at. “Nasty Curt, why don’t you go take a shower.”

It wasn’t Curt's fault they had been poor, and he could only take a bath every other week.

But of course what kid would listen to that? None he knew of, so he spent his younger years by himself.

His mother was home once in a while, she tried to work and earn money. But just when she was doing well at a job she would flip out and lose it. Curt didn’t understand what flipped out meant when he was younger. He only knew it meant he barely saw his mom.

His father traveled selling insurance, or that’s what his mom had told him. One of the few times he had seen her. But his father never came home, and they never saw any money from him either.

So the only person he had as a child was himself. When his mom flipped out, he’d have to hide so those bad people didn’t take him, and put him with other people. This again he had learned from his mom one of those times.

Enough about his past, Curt hated to focus on such things. They were good for nothing. Now he was a mortician, in fact the only mortician in town. All those people who had spurned him in school, had to come to him now. Yes he took pride in that, a kind of foolish pride. What was the big deal with embalming people? They didn’t know, and never would.

It was calming to him, as he would embalm someone, especially if it was a relative of one of those kids he grew up with. Even better if it was one of them, their life cut short by some accident. He loved his job so much.

He could be alone again, no people around, except the dead. He liked to talk to them as he was working. No they never answered back, but he liked that. They never complained either as he touched them. He loved touching them.

All alone in back with the dead he would have to touch them to embalm them. But he touched them more; he liked to feel their bodies all over. He liked to touch a female’s breast, and a guy’s penis.

He loved his job, yes he did. The part he enjoyed most was fucking the corpses.