He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. He quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice: "Just relax." Without warning he reached down; I felt his strong hands start at my ankles, moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my breasts, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought, used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would look into my soul and say: "Okay, ma'am, You can board your flight now."
Simon Falla just announced his new job in airport security at Newcastle-on-Tyne airport in the UK.
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