A Real Woman ...

On a recent 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!
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. They all stared, riveted, at the
desperate woman in the front of the plane.

Then an Italian man stands up in the rear of the
plane. He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his
shirt

....one button at a time.

.......No one moves.

.......He removes his shirt.

.......Muscles ripple across his chest.

.......She gasps...

.......He whispers:

......."Iron this, and get me something to eat...."