On a Trans-Atlantic 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, 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 drop-dead gorgeous. Tall, built, with
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, and
whispers: "Here, iron this."