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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, a 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
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.....
"Here. Iron this."
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