A very handsome Greek man, vacationing at
his favourite cafe in Krateron (a small Greek village in northern Greece), attracted a spectacularly-looking, tall, young, blonde woman. He invited her to his room, and after some small talk they made love.
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, the handsome Greek man 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, the handsome Greek man 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 e! go 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, the exhausted handsome Greek man fell onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looked into her eyes, smiled triumhantly, and asked,
"Now, you FINISH OR NO?"
"NOOOOO!" she shouted back. "Swedish!"