Corran
A passenger plane on a cross-country trip runs into a terrible storm. The plane gets pounded by rain, hail, wind and lightening, and lurches savagely between pockets of the aerial maelstrom. The passengers are screaming. They are sure the plane is going to crash and they are all going to die.
At the height of the storm, a young woman jumps up and exclaims, "I can't take this anymore! I can't just sit here and die like an animal, strapped into a chair. If I am going to die, let me die feeling like a woman. Is there anyone here man enough to make me feel like a woman?"
She sees a hand raised in the back, and a handsome, tall, muscular man smiles and starts to walk up to her seat. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he walks up the aisle, and with his unfading smile, he takes his shirt off completely as he reaches her. She see his huge muscles even in the poor lighting of the plane.
He stands in front of her, shirt in hand and says to her in a rich and strong but surprisingly gentle voice, "I can make you feel like a woman before you die. Are you interested?" Inwardly melting at the knees, she eagerly nods her head and breathes "yes, oh yes!"
As the man hands her his shirt, he says, "Here. . . . . . . . Iron this."
At the height of the storm, a young woman jumps up and exclaims, "I can't take this anymore! I can't just sit here and die like an animal, strapped into a chair. If I am going to die, let me die feeling like a woman. Is there anyone here man enough to make me feel like a woman?"
She sees a hand raised in the back, and a handsome, tall, muscular man smiles and starts to walk up to her seat. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he walks up the aisle, and with his unfading smile, he takes his shirt off completely as he reaches her. She see his huge muscles even in the poor lighting of the plane.
He stands in front of her, shirt in hand and says to her in a rich and strong but surprisingly gentle voice, "I can make you feel like a woman before you die. Are you interested?" Inwardly melting at the knees, she eagerly nods her head and breathes "yes, oh yes!"
As the man hands her his shirt, he says, "Here. . . . . . . . Iron this."
