Fw: The Italian lover.

          A virile, middle-aged Italian gentlemen named Paulo was relaxing 
at his favourite bar in   Rome  when he managed to attract a spectacular 
blonde woman in her 30s. Things progressed to the point where he invited her 
back to his apartment and, after some small talk, they retired to his 
bedroom where he rattled her senseless.
          After a pleasant interlude he asked with a smile in his barely 
adequate English, "So, you finish?"
          She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No."
          Surprised, Paulo reached for her and the rattling resumed.
          This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of 
passion...
          The sex finally ends and again, Paulo smiles and asks, "You 
finish?"
          Again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer 
to him and softly says, "No."
          Stunned, but damned if he was going to leave this woman 
unsatisfied, Paulo reaches for the woman yet again.
           Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they 
end together screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets. 
Exhausted, Paulo falls onto his back, gasping.
          Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles 
proudly and asked again, "You finish?"
          Barely able to speak, the beautiful blonde whispers in his ear 
"No, I'm Norwegian."