On
a transatlantic 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. "Im
too young to die!" she wails. "Well, if
Im going to die, I want my last minutes on Earth
to be memorable! Ive had plenty of sex in my life,
but no one has ever made me really feel like a woman!
Well Ive 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. Hes
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 stranger 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."