Good night
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. Then an Italian man stands up in the
 rear of the plane. He is gorgeous: 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.
 She gasps...
 He whispers: "Iron this, and get me something to eat.."