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 front of 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 sex in my life, but no one has ever made me feel really 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 long, 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 to her, and extends the
arm holding his shirt to the
trembling woman, and whispers:
"Iron this."
