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 lighting.
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 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 like a
woman! Is there ANY man on this plane who can make me feel like a
WOMAN?"
For a moment there was silence. Everyone had forgotten their own peril,
and they all stared, riveted by the desperate woman at 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 said. He is gorgeous. Tall, well 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 for her, and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling
woman, and whispers: "Iron this."
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