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 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 in the front of the plane.
Then a Italian man stands up in the rear of
the plane. He is gorgeous, tall,
well built, with dark brown hair and blue 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.
......She gasps...
......and He says......
"Iron this, and get me something to eat...."