in Rome, when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde. Things
progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment,
and after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom and made love.
After a pleasant interlude, he asked with a smile,
"So...you finish?" She paused for a second, frowned and admitted,
"No."
Surprised, the young man reached for her and the love making resumed.
This time she thrashes about wildly and there are screams of passion.
The lovemaking ends, and again, the young man smiles, and again he asks,
"You finish?" And again, after a short pause, she returns his smile,
cuddles closer to him, and softly says, "No."
Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to outlast him, the young
man reaches for the woman again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it,
but they climax simultaneously, screaming, bucking,
clawing and ripping the bed sheets. The exhausted man falls onto his back, gasping.
Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly,
and asks again, "You finish?"
Barely able to speak, she whispers in his ear,
"No!" I'm Norwegian."
