Feeling Like a Woman
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: