To Feel Like A Woman
In a
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! 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, and extends the arm holding his
shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers:
“Iron this.”