On a recent 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, "Well, 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, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front
of the plane.
Then an ATOTer man stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is gorgeous, average height, stocky, with sparkling hair and enchanting 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 get me something to eat...."
"I can't wait to post another YAGT," he thinks to himself.
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
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, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front
of the plane.
Then an ATOTer man stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is gorgeous, average height, stocky, with sparkling hair and enchanting 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 get me something to eat...."
"I can't wait to post another YAGT," he thinks to himself.
