A woman arrived at a small midwestern town late at night, only to find there wasn't a single hotel room available. "I'm sorry," said the desk clerk, "but the last room we had was just taken by an Italian."
"What number is it?" said the woman in desperation. "Maybe I can work something out with him."
The clerk told her the room and the woman went up and knocked on the door. The Italian let her in.
"Look, mister," she said, "I don't know you and you don't know me, but I need some place to sleep desperately. I won't be any bother, I promise, if you just let me use that little couch over there."
The Italian thought for a minute and then said, "Okay." The woman curled up on the couch and the Italian went back to bed. But the couch was very uncomfortable and after a few minutes the woman tiptoed over to the bed and tapped the Italian's arm. "Look mister," she said, "I don't know you and you don't know me, but that couch is impossible to sleep on. Could I just sleep here, at the edge of the bed?"
"Okay," said the Italian, "use the edge of the bed."
The woman lay down on the bed, but after a few minutes she felt very cold. Again she tapped the Italian.
"Look mister," she said, "I don't know you and you don't know me, but it's very cold out here. Could I just get under the cover with you."
"Okay," said the Italian, "get under the cover."
The woman snuggled under, but the closeness of a male body stirred her and she started to feel a little horny. Again she tapped the Italian.
"Look mister," she said, "I don't know you and you don't know me, but how about having a little party?"
Exasperated, the Italian bolted up in the bed. "Look lady," he hollered, "I don't know you and you don't know me. In the middle of the night, who we gonna invite to a party?"
- A Sudden Clash Of Thunder
