On a recent  transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The<br />turbulence  is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck<br />by  lightning. One woman in particular loses it.<br /><br />Screaming, she stands up in  the front of the plane. “I’m too young to die,” she<br />wails. Then she yells,  “Well, if I’m going to die, I want my last minutes on<br />earth to be  memorable&#33; Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like<br />a  WOMAN?”<br /><br />For a moment there is silence.. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all<br />stared, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.<br /><br />Then an Italian man stands up in the rear of the  plane. He is gorgeous : tall,<br />well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.<br /><br />He starts to walk slowly up the aisle,unbuttoning his  shirt…..one button at a<br />time. ……<br /><br />No one moves. ……<br /><br />He  removes his shirt. …….<br /><br />Muscles ripple across his chest. …..<br /><br />She  gasps………..<br /><br />He whispers: …….<br /><br />“Iron this, and get me something to eat….”