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! I've had plenty of sex in my life,
but 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, an Italian 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 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, he extends the arm holding his shirt
to the trembling woman, and whispers...
"Iron this."
