Emma, who was on a sinking ship, was thinking, "I'm too young to die." Then, she yelled at the people around, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there anyone on this ship who can make me feel like a woman??"

For a moment, there was silence.. No response came for a while.
Then an Italian man stood up. He was gorgeous, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He started to walk 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 gasps..

He whispers: "Iron this, and get me something to eat."