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 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! 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." |
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