Bob is Legend

So anyway, I wake up to find that a virus has wiped out the Earth’s population except for me and 9 beautiful, ethnically diverse women aged between 18 and 35. We come together through a series of coincidences and ingenious communication methods far too complex to explain here, settle down to live together in a large mansion in East Melbourne overlooking the Fitzroy Gardens and get along swimmingly.

Luckily one of the beautiful women is an excellent chef and is more than happy to cook for the rest of us each night. The mansion has an excellent industrial kitchen. Another of the women, fortuitously, is a former topless model and domestic maid who is neither a bogan nor a nag. She keeps the place spotless and looks great doing it.

We live happily, have incredible sex and chat about literature, music and films. Until I start to get bored with living in Australia and decide I want to live in a castle in the south of France. Luckily, one of the girls is a sea captain, so we drive in a convoy of luxury 4WDs – global warming is no longer a concern – to Darwin where we commandeer a sturdy, oceangoing fishing vessel and set sail for mainland Asia. We soon make land, stumble across a limousine that holds 10 (one of the girls is, would you believe it, a chauffeur) and has a large stock of liquor (not that the supply of liquor is going to be a problem…although beer may be an issue after a year and wine after 20 but Janine, the chef, assures me she can brew both wine and beer, phew) and travel across Asia, the Middle East and Europe – stopping at various points of interest – until we reach the south of France. Food hasn’t been a problem yet: there’re plenty of tins of food and we, of course, collected plenty of stuff as we traveled.

Luckily for us, one of the girls happens to be a superb physician and surgeon (with a great set of tits it must be said) so sets our minds at ease regarding potentially fatal illnesses. The Indian girl is a farmer and sets about managing our property with a view to long term nutritional requirements. We gather sheep, goats, chickens and a brown cow by the name of Greg, begin growing vegetables and grain crops and soon become self sufficient. The engineer amongst us – Madderly the German – not only sucks great cock but manages to keep our electricity running via a generator powered by food scraps. She also builds an Archimedes screw to ensure constant fresh water – the river is a 12 minute walk from the drawing room. After several years we realise that we have, probably as a result of the virus, become immortal which I consider most convenient because I’m really starting to enjoy my new life.

Some of us take occasional trips to Africa and northern Europe and occasionally Asia, just to keep the relationship(s) alive, while several others stay home at the castle and hold the fort, so to speak. We’re occasionally tormented by packs of wild dogs but luckily Bambi is an excellent shot and keeps them at bay.

It’s a lovely life and only good seems to have come from the end of humanity as we know it.