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!" 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 relationships 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 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:

"Iron this."