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On a 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, then yells, "If I’m going to die, I want my last minutes on Earth to be memorable! I’ve had plenty of relationships in my life, but no-one has ever made me really feel like a woman! 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. Then, a man stands up in the rear of the plane. "I can make you feel like a woman," he says. He’s tall, well built, with flowing blond hair and blue eyes. He walks slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt. No one moves. The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as he approaches. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her and he extends the arm holding his shirt to the woman, and whispers: "Iron this."
For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman. Then, a man stands up in the rear of the plane. "I can make you feel like a woman," he says. He’s tall, well built, with flowing blond hair and blue eyes. He walks slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt. No one moves. The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as he approaches. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her and he extends the arm holding his shirt to the woman, and whispers: "Iron this."
