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On a 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 stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a man from Texas stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome:
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.
.......He whispers,
......"Iron this - and then get me a beer"
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 stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a man from Texas stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome:
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.
.......He whispers,
......"Iron this - and then get me a beer"
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