‘Are you? Are you… Basshunter?’ she asked excited. ‘Haha, yeah, that’s how they call me. But I prefer to be called Jonas. Jonas Erik Altberg...’ he said and laughed. ‘Oh my god,’ she said with her mouth still opened. ‘I mean, it really is you. The one that sings romantic songs, the one who dates porn stars.’ The one that I always dreamt to meet and be kissed by, she thought and smiled to him. ‘Wow, I really didn’t like how the second part sounded,’ he said and laughed out loud. ‘I don’t really. Looted stores were everywhere. There were a few bodies of the dead. The whole downtown landscape was devastated. Within a few blocks I found a car that still had the keys in it and loaded my baggage into the back seat of the Toyota and a headed out. As I drove around the city it became clear to me that the flu virus had wiped out virtually all of the population. I saw no living people. This was bad, very bad! After thinking it over as I drove around I decided that a pickup wasn’t going to work. Her mother actually was very nice. Even though she spanked her and took her temperature in her lovely behind she wasn´t bad at all. She was just old fashioned but she ment well. She didn´t take Lisa´s temp in her anal because she liked it. Absolutely not. Like everyone else in the world, Lisa used her asshole to get rid of shit (not nice said but that´s just the way it is). Her mother wasn´t interested in coming close to that hole and see her daughter naked. Of course not, it´s her daughter for. The track broke out of the woods and dropped into a broad hollow. We entered it without reservation, although we all kept an eye out as we moved along, just in case a bear was hidden in the woods on the other side of the hollow. At the bottom of the depression we crossed a narrow stream, then paused to take a breath and to cast about for more sign. It was while standing there glancing about that I spotted fresh sign just upstream from where we were standing. It was a paw print in the muddy bank.