A Real Woman
On a transatlantic flight to New York, at 34 thousand feet, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse.
The passengers hear an announcement from the Captain. He tells them that there had been a lightening strike resulting in a total systems failure and he is going to have to attempt to put the aircraft down on the water.
At this, a beautiful young lady near the front totally loses it. She stands up screaming “I’m too young to die!” 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 REAL 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. A tall well built Yorkshireman 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, handsome 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…
“Here you are love, iron this”.