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![]() 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...." |
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![]() Guess it's all in the definition ;-)
> 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...." |
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