nightcreacher
Veteran Expediter
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, '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 this desperate woman in the
front of the plane.
Then a cowboy from Alberta stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is handsome, well built, with dark brown hair and blue 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 ....then get me a beer.
'I'm too young to die,' she wails.
Then she yells, '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 this desperate woman in the
front of the plane.
Then a cowboy from Alberta stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is handsome, well built, with dark brown hair and blue 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 ....then get me a beer.