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.....If I am 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 in the rear of the plane.
He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with dark brown 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 get me something to eat...
One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane.....If I am 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 in the rear of the plane.
He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with dark brown 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 get me something to eat...
