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! 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 was gourgeous. 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 strange man
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"
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