On a transatlantic flight, a plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was awful, and things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.
One woman in particular lost it.
Screaming, she stood up in the front of everyone in the cabin and wailed, 'I'm too young to die. If I'm going to die, I want my final moments on Earth to be truly memorable! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a woman?"
For a moment there was complete silence. Everyone had forgotten their own peril as they all stared riveted at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
For a moment there was complete silence. Everyone had forgotten their own peril as they all stared riveted at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then, an Italian man in the rear of the plane stood up.
He was very handsome, tall, well-built, had dark brown hair and blue eyes.
As he started to walk slowly up the aisle, he began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time.
No one moved.
As he approached the woman, he removed his shirt exposing rippling muscles across his chest.
She gasped...
Then, he said, "Here, iron this and get me something to eat..." -Author Unknown
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