On a Trans-Atlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and the situation becomes extremely perilous when one wing is struck by lightning.
One woman in particular loses control and stands up in the front of the plane. Sobbing, she screams, “I’m too young to die!”. A moment later she wails, “If I am going to die, I want my last minutes on Earth to be memorable! I have 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. The passengers have forgotten their own peril, and they stare, riveted, at the
desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Suddenly, a man stands up in the rear of the plane. “I can make you feel like a woman,” he says. He is gorgeous, tall, built, with long, flowing black hair and jet black eyes. He begins to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. No one moves or speaks, transfixed. The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as this strange, swarthy man approaches.
He removes his shirt, revealing his tanned flesh. The muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches for her, extending his arms and the shirt to the trembling woman. He reaches her, finally, and whispers, “Iron this.”