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 n the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with dark black 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 then get me something to eat.
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 n the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with dark black 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 then get me something to eat.
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