[GOPJ]

When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ...

"Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."

LOL - If you're not writing romance novels, you should... you're good... A friend used to write them - about $25,000 a book plus a percentage. And Freedom - you've got a nice sense of humor ... Go for it.

[FreedomPoster]

Oh, that’s not mine. I found that elsewhere, I should have linked it in, mea culpa. It is pretty hilarious, and very nicely done.

From here:
http://www.ihatethemedia.com/the-tsa-encounter