From North to South, Sweden covered about 1500 kilometers.

I got in a hired car and drove. I drove and drove some more.

I was looking for a place that had been written about in some obscure Horror Novel.

If I found the place, things could start turning nasty.

Did I have what it takes to join misfits and psychopaths?

It was a world of big tits, revenge, crossbows and machetes.

I'd have to tread carefully.

I stopped at a little burg.

The main street had two shops.

One was a pub.

I had heard about Swedish hospitality.

They loved foreigners, even aging and fat ones like myself, in these remote locations.

I ordered a drink.

Before I could take a big gulp, I was surrounded by blonde goddesses.

Not being Turkish, they warmed to me.

At least they knew I wouldn't rape them and then cut their heads off.

All I'd do is fuck them stupidly on the pool table.

'Well why don't you try me,' said Heidi. Her name was on a name tag on her blouse. And underneath her blouse were two very large and firm watermellons.


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