The turbulence was vicious, and things went from bad to worse when a wing was struck by lightning. One woman in particular lost control. Screaming, she stood up in the front of the
plane. Im too young to die! she wailed. Sobbing, she added, And Im going to die a virgin! Then she yelled, Well, if Im going to die, I want my last minutes on Earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN? For a moment there was stunned silence. All the other passengers had forgotten their own peril, and were riveted by the sight of the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a gorgeous man stood up in the rear of the plane. I can make you feel like a woman, he said. Tall, well-built, with long, flowing black hair and jet-black eyes, he started to walk slowly up the aisle. As he did so, he began to unbutton his shirt one button at a time. No one moved. All eyes were on the man as he neared the woman, who by this time was breathing heavily in anticipation as the god-like stranger approached her. He removed his shirt. Muscles rippled across his chest and back as he reached her. He lifted his arm, holding his shirt, and extended it to the trembling woman. Intense, his gaze never left her eyes, as he whispered, Here, Iron this.