"Yes, I know stealing a foot is weird. But, living in a house where a foot is available to be stolen is weird."

Claire grew up in a home that catered to dead people. When she was younger she tried to ignore what her family did for a living. But by the time she became a teenager her friends at school wouldn't let her.

There was constant teasing about her family's funeral home. The boys would make crude jokes about Claire's sex life and the "experience" that she must have had. She tried to ignore them but it still hurt.

After graduating from high school Claire was a lost soul, nothing seemed to excite her, she didn't really want to go to college, but she knew she didn't want to go into the family business either. She'd seen what that was like as her two older brothers were slowly entrapped and made to take over the day-to-day business tasks.

Claire just wanted out. She didn't want anything to do with the gross and disgusting business of taking care of dead bodies, or the sad and sorry people who traipsed through the office night and day, trying to care for their recently deceased.

But as it happened, one evening Claire "was" trapped into covering the phones. There had to be someone to take calls until 9pm every night, and both her brothers were busy, one had a date and the other had to go out of town. Claire had been dragooned by her mother who was also going out that night. Her mother had pulled all the guilt strings to get her daughter to "help out" a little.

So Claire found herself sitting around in the office looking at a silent phone. Gawd, she was bored, nothing ever happened around there. Nothing interesting anyway. She got up from the desk and wandered around the room. She could smell the acrid chemicals that were used for embalming. That smell would haunt her for the rest of her life, she thought to herself.

Then Claire heard an alarm go off in the preparation room. What could possibly be going on there? She wondered. Walking slowly over to the lab door, Claire nervously pushed it open and looked in.

She could see a body lying on one of the prep-tables and beside it was a timer. Apparently someone had set the timer and forgotten about it. Claire strode over to the table and punched the off button on the alarm mechanism.

Then she glanced down at the body on the table. "Jeeze!" It was a middle-aged man and he was naked. But that wasn't what attracted Claire's attention. What made her stair was the stiff erection that he was sporting. His dick wasn't huge or anything but it looked fully erect and almost alive.

Claire had seen cases like this before. Sometimes at the moment of death a man will get an erection and it might stay that way. When something like that happened to a client and there was going to be a showing, whoever was doing the prep work would either have to crush the erection or cut it off so that there wouldn't be this big obscene lump in the corpse's pants.

Obviously they hadn't gotten that far with this guy yet. As she looked down at him she thought to herself, 'what a waste, I wonder if he was a good lover in his time? I wonder if he has a wife whose morning him and who would be totally grossed out if she knew what was in store for her poor dead husband.'

Claire reached out and tweaked the corpse's stiff dick. It felt stiff against her finger. Looking around nervously Claire reached down and gripped the man's boner and tugged at it. 'Hmmm, he feels almost alive, except that there's no body heat.

Just for the fun of it Claire began to jerk the man off. Of course she knew that it was totally perverted, but when she was alone in that stupid place she found that she did things that were strange. When she'd been 16 she had given a dead boy a blowjob one night when everyone was out.

The boy had died from a blow to the head, but the rest of his body was perfect. He'd also had an erection like this middle-aged man, and his dick had looked so nice, she had felt so excited...

Claire shook her head, realizing that she shouldn't be in there touching the man and that she should go back to the office.