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Gingerly, he pulled back the sheet to reveal a grey and yellowed naked torso covered with plastic. After the run, she brought be back to her place, which was really a basement room she was renting, and fed me pie pumpkin, this was Thanksgiving weekend , and basically, now that I have the benefit of hindsight , chatted me up for two hours straight, inching closer and closer to me as the minutes passed she had started out on the opposite couch, but then by the time things came to a head, she was sitting at my feet with her head in my lap. Later in the episode the character of Dan Barlow , who is attracted to her, fakes his own death so that she will violate his corpse.

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Once Around the Corpse - All in all, it was a lovely evening, and especially memorable. So I never approached him or talked to him at school.

But it was so funny. It was a unique opportunity for me, and it started with my having a best friend in medical school. The week had rolled around when his class was dissecting human cadavers, and he was kind enough to invite me in to take a peek. I arrived at the medical college after hours. We met outside a laboratory building and rode the elevator to an upper floor. He brought me to a room that I immediately felt should have been much larger, for occupying four separate tables, covered by white sheets, were four dead human bodies. I surprised myself with a sudden spell of near fainting. I was completely overwhelmed by the sight, and pretty terrified to boot. While I still stood at the doorway on rubber legs, he introduced me to the nearest corpse. She was an older woman on whom his class had already done a good deal of exploration. Gingerly, he pulled back the sheet to reveal a grey and yellowed naked torso covered with plastic. But I had a fair view of her chest, which I seem to remember David removing in one great piece and putting to the side. Inch by inch, I worked my way into the room while David began the autopsy tour. After many minutes I found myself by his side, wide-eyed in disbelief, studying the grotesque inner workings. I remember the skin as dry jerky, surrounding random strips of white muscle that looked like chicken. And worse, a yellow liquid resembling melted butter was pooling on the table. This, David said, was basically fat from the body. He took me on a tour of the corpse, centering on the major organs and digestive system. Piece by piece, he introduced me to the heart and lungs and whatever other parts he found lying around. The colors were disgusting, but not particularly surprising. A couple of the places I touched were also tactilely uneventful, although as on a churlish dare — which this was emphatically not — it was something I felt compelled to do. By the time we were through the colon, I felt very much at home. The other bodies had not moved. My arched back was finally starting to relax. All was well in this morgue. David asked if I wanted to see the face, but I declined. David — his informative lecture continuing unabated — expounded briefly on the eyes, which had been removed. He pointed out some relevant characteristic of the skull, and I think referenced something relating to the protection of the brain. All in all, it was a lovely evening, and especially memorable. I drove back home, still reeling from the experience, visions of the body dancing in my head. I stopped at a favorite Chinese restaurant to get some take-out. Jarret Liotta is a writer from Connecticut. Andrew Fulton is sometimes a cartoonist in Melbourne. His first time was entirely ill-advised; the second was much nicer. We presented individually designed, true first-person stories. Each one ended with a question that prompted the audience to tell their stories, too. Then it evolved into a series of live storytelling events, Fray Days and Fray Cafés, that took place all over the world, attended by thousands of people. And now Fray has evolved again — this time into a series of independently produced books. Each issue is focused on a central storytelling theme, including personal stories, articles, and original art. Our Catalog True Stories of Getting Caught in the Act True Stories of People Taking Things Too Seriously Stories of the Animals We Love True Stories of Beginnings and Endings to receive special love notes: Contributors retain the copyright to their contributions. The rest is Copyright © Fray. Please do not repost our stuff elsewhere. Instead, copy a bit and link to the rest.

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