(Before this one starts the discription of the male character is based on my own physical apperance, signed photo's on request.)
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 starts to lose 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, well built, with long, flowing 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 strange man
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.
Then he whispers, "Iron this."
Alan
