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!
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. This tall, tanned and
built guy with jet
black eyes starts to walk slowly up the aisle,
unbuttoning his shirt
one button at a time.

No one move
s. As this man approaches, the woman begins to get excited.
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.”