The Greek waiter at the cafe in Krateron, attracted a spectacularly-looking, tall, young, blonde customer. He invited her to his room, and after some small talk they had sex.
After a pleasant interlude, and, at what seemed to him to be the appropriate time, he stretched and asked with a confident smile, “So… you finish?”
She paused for a second, frowned, and replied “No.”
Surprised, he reached for her and had his way with her again. This time she went wild, thrashing about on the bed with screams of passion.
Again, he smiled and asked somewhat patronizingly, “You finish?”
And again, after a short pause, she said “No.”
Stunned, the young man reached for her, somewhat desperately but ever so determined not to have his ego shattered by this iceberg. It took all of his strength and virility (or what was left of it) barely managing, but they both screamed, bucked, clawed and nearly ripped the bed sheets. It was dawn by then, and, entirely spent, he fell onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looked into her eyes, smiled triumphantly, and asked, “Now, you FINISH OR NO?”
“NOOOOO!” she shouted back. “Swedish!”