Unsorted: FEELING LIKE A WOMAN

On a Trans-Atlantic flight, a plane passes through

Unsorted: FEELING LIKE A WOMAN


On a Trans-Atlantic 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! I've had plenty of relationships 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 lane.
Then, a man stands up in the rear of the plane. "I can make you
feel ike a woman," he says.
He's gorgeous. Tall, built, with 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 her
and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers:
"Iron this."