Top 10 Torrid Descriptions of TSA ‘Enhanced Pat-Down’ Searches
November 23, 2010 in Lust, Terrorists
10. “She said ‘spread your legs.’ And then she took her palms and started at my neck and ran all the way down my body, full palms, constant contact …”
9. “Her gloved hands touched my breasts … went between them. Then she went into the top of my slacks, inserted her hands between my underwear and my skin …”
8. “… right on the skin, all the way around the back, all the way around my front, 360 degrees …”
7. “She not only ran her gloved hands along the inside of my waistband, but along the inside of my underwear, reaching far enough down that she brushed my pubic hair. As she ran her hand along my backside, she brushed the tops of my buttocks …”
6. “As I was asked to move aside, a TSA woman said to me: ‘Do you know you look like Ron Jeremy (the porn star)? I guess you get that a lot.’ They took me aside and did the pat-down, feeling all over my body …”
5. “In addition to rubbing my penis and testicles, the agent pinched my inner thigh …”
4. “The agent went up my right leg first and then met my vagina … She then used both of her hands to feel my breasts …”
3. “She felt along my waistline, moved behind me, then proceeded to feel both of my buttocks. She reached from behind in the middle of my buttocks towards my vagina … She then moved in front of me and touched the top and underneath portions of both of my breasts …”
2. “She begins her downward stroke between my breasts, and running her hand under each. … She then moves her hands, both of them, to my waist and belly. Hands move sideways across my belly, lifting my shirt …”
1. “The agent firmly ran his hands over my entire body, head to toe, front and back. He rubbed his hands over my buttocks and in between. He put his hands in my pants and ran them all around my waist. From behind, he ran his hands along my legs, all the way up my thigh as high as he could go and onto my genitals. … During the long drive after I landed, those three minutes kept obsessively turning over in my mind. Late that night, in a strange hotel room … rough hands were prodding my body. That time, it was only a dream.”
