In 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! 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's gorgeous. Tall, built, with 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 stranger 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, "Here. Iron this."