On a recent 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 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! 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. They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman. Then a man stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is gorgeous, tall, built, with reddish-blond hair and hazel
eyes, he starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt
......one button at a time.
......No one moves.
.......He removes his shirt.
.... .Muscles ripple across his chest
......he whispers:
....."Iron this."
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 is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own
peril. They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman. Then a man stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is gorgeous, tall, built, with reddish-blond hair and hazel
eyes, he starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt
......one button at a time.
......No one moves.
.......He removes his shirt.
.... .Muscles ripple across his chest
......he whispers:
....."Iron this."