Lightning
01-22-2004, 10:26 AM
It takes a Mexican man to make a Woman feel like a Woman.
On a recent flight, a plane passed through a severe storm. The
turbulence were awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.
One woman in particular lost it. Screaming, she stood up at the
front and said, "Well, if I am 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 was silence. Everyone had forgotten their own peril. They all stared, riveted at the desperate woman at the
front of the plane. Then a Mexican man stood up at the rear of the plane. He was gorgeous,tall, well built, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He walked slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt.... One button at A time.... No one moved... He removed his shirt.... Muscles rippled across his chest.... She gasped... He whispered....
"Iron this bitch, and get me something to eat!...."
On a recent flight, a plane passed through a severe storm. The
turbulence were awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning.
One woman in particular lost it. Screaming, she stood up at the
front and said, "Well, if I am 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 was silence. Everyone had forgotten their own peril. They all stared, riveted at the desperate woman at the
front of the plane. Then a Mexican man stood up at the rear of the plane. He was gorgeous,tall, well built, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He walked slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt.... One button at A time.... No one moved... He removed his shirt.... Muscles rippled across his chest.... She gasped... He whispered....
"Iron this bitch, and get me something to eat!...."