Originally Posted by cameroncrazy822

It was the summer of 93 and I just got he sweetest internship I could for my crimjust major.... a morgue autopsy assistant. It was great and right up my alley as a forensics minor. So I'm there for a few weeks and start to feel more and more comfortable with the processes and surroundings. One day I find myself very turn-on after a prolonged lunch with a new female collegue. Make a long story short there was an arrival of a 19 year old female who died from a non-traumatic and non-homicidal reason. I'm down in the intake room with it by myself and one thing led to another. She was absolutely stacked and I took care of business right there and right then. It was weird after the fact thinking about it but while it was happenin' I had no worries about finishing. I hope they didin't do a vaginal/anal swab for DNA.....