Macho Man

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 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, riveted, at the

desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a man

from Wisconsin stands up in the rear of the plane. He is

handsome: 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 then get me a beer ."