On a Trans-Atlantic flight, a plane passes
through a
severe storm.The turbulence is awful, and things
go
from bad to worse when one wing is struck by
lightning.One woman in particular loses it.
Screaming, she stands up in the frontof the
plane.
“I’m too young to die!” she wails. Then she
yells,
“Well, if I’m going to die, I want my last
minutes on
Earth to be memorable! I’ve had plenty of
relationships in my life, but no one has ever
made me
really feel like a woman! Well I’ve had it! Is
there
ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a
WOMAN??”
For a moment there is silence. Everyone has
forgotten
their own peril, and they all stare, riveted, at
the
desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then,
a man
stands up in the rear of the plane. “I can make
you
feel like a woman,” he says. He’s gorgeous. Tall,
built, with flowing black hair and jet black
eyes, he
starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning
his
shirt one button at a time.
No one moves. The woman is breathing heavily in
anticipation as the strange man approaches. He
removes
his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he
reaches her, and extends the arm holding his
shirt to
the trembling woman, and whispers: “Iron this.”