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Make Me Feel Like A 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 a man stands up in the rear of the plane.
> > > >
> > > > He is gorgeous... tall, built, tanned, with reddish-blonde hair,
>hazel
> > > eyes,
> > > >
> > > > and dimples. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, while
>unbuttoning
> > his
> > > > shirt ...
> > > >
> > > > ......one button at a time.
> > > >
> > > > ......No one moves.
> > > >
> > > > ......No one speaks.
> > > >
> > > > ......He removes his shirt.
> > > >
> > > > ....Muscles ripple across his tanned, bare chest.
> > > >
> > > > ......He ever so softly whispers...
> > > >
> > > > ....."Here, iron this."
> > >
> > > > 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 a man stands up in the rear of the plane.
> > > >
> > > > He is gorgeous... tall, built, tanned, with reddish-blonde hair,
>hazel
> > > eyes,
> > > >
> > > > and dimples. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, while
>unbuttoning
> > his
> > > > shirt ...
> > > >
> > > > ......one button at a time.
> > > >
> > > > ......No one moves.
> > > >
> > > > ......No one speaks.
> > > >
> > > > ......He removes his shirt.
> > > >
> > > > ....Muscles ripple across his tanned, bare chest.
> > > >
> > > > ......He ever so softly whispers...
> > > >
> > > > ....."Here, iron this."