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 stared, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of
the plane.
Then
a man stands up in the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous: tall,
well built, with dark brown 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.
She
gasps...
He whispers...
"Iron
this, and get me something to eat." |
