On a 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 stare. Eyes riveted at the desperate woman in the front of the
Then a man from TEXAS stands up in the rear of the plane. He is
handsome, 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.