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 an Italian 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….”
