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 a cowboy from Montana 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..

He removes his shirt…

Muscles ripple across his chest…

She gasps…

He hands her the shirt and says, “Here, iron this and bring me a beer.”