Personal Narrative: Bergstrom International

On October 20, 2017 approximately at 17:07 pm, Officer Emilio Sanchez came to control with cadet Mcdonald and the cuff’s. I went to talk to E. Sanchez about cuff 13, I had started to tell him that “the last person on the sign out sheet was him and that if he could keep his eyes out for it” I was interrupted by him saying “ we all ready looked for it trough the whole jail it’s not here” I then told him “ I don’t care I’m just trying to let you know” then E. Sanchez went on saying “ I already cussed Belinte out I will cuss you out too” I replied “ go ahead and cuss me out . . If you want we can take it outside after work if you want . .. I am just trying to tell you. . “. Durning the time I was talking he kept trying to talk over me so

I performed a terry frisk on Nicholas Gale and then ordered him to place his hands on the back of the S-10. I allowed Duffy to place the dog in the house while I accompanied him. After the dog was secured inside the house I performed a terry frisk on Duffy and detained him by placing him in handcuffs. I told Duffy to sit on the ground and Gale to sit on the tail gate of the S-10.

I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.

The only other option for passengers uncomfortable with the full body scanners is a full body pat down, which can be just- if not more- as troublesome. In the past, the TSA only permitted its agents to perform pat-downs with the back of their hands as a secondary form of screening. In 2004, the TSA implemented procedures that made pat-downs more thorough in response to female passengers in Russia who concealed explosives on their torsos when boarding a plane. (Jansen) Furthermore, since 2010, the TSA has allowed its agents conducting secondary screenings to use the front of their hands to pat-down passengers of the same gender as the inspecting agent. This policy changed when the TSA issued new standard operating procedures (SOPs) that included the use of body scanners and full-body pat-downs. Explaining its change of policy, the TSA stated that pat-downs assist the TSA in detecting concealed explosives. Enhanced pat-downs “allow an officer to feel the whole body and under clothes.” (Hoff) These pat downs cause discomfort and humiliation among passengers, and it appears that the TSA is only taking measures to make them more intense.

After having a long discussion i went back up to headquarters a had witnesses had called me telling me that they have information they wanted to give me. As sunrise approached this lady comes telling me what happen and says that she saw this lady drive off with this gentleman in the car then said that their is a nearby store that might have surveillance cameras. I said “thank you”. Later that

Booker’s head nodded up and down and smiling tenderly, he carefully inserted his finger. After several minutes of gentle probing, he inserted a second finger, and when he was happy that Tom was stretched enough to receive him, he withdrew his fingers. Tom’s eyes burned bright and wrapping his fingers around the base of Booker’s shaft, he positioned the tip against his anus and bore down.

With that, I was forcefully pushed into the police van. Let me tell you, sitting down while your hands are cuffed behind your back is not a pleasant feeling. The van stank of cigarettes, which of course made sense given that another officer was sitting in the passenger seat puffing away and coughing his lungs out.

where a nice gray haired front desk officer/attendant asked me what he could help me with. I

After getting it so far down he moved his hand to the other side of the leg, his inner thigh. He pushed back the many dirty thoughts in his head that he was basically caressing the other now. He tried his best not to linger on the smooth skin. At one point he went too far up and he swore that he touched.. He face was now burning. "Ah, I think…Try moving your leg out now." He asked not daring to look at the other right now. Thankfully the leg was able to slide out. "I think you got the other one." He stammered out quietly and removed his hands away from

In my seventeen years, I have gone to great extents to avoid conflict and confrontation and I had been successful until August 14th, 2016 aboard the Norwegian Gem. The screech of the cabin phone echoed as my nine year old brother and I fell into an empty pause as both of us knew the heart wrenching news on the other end of the line. We bolted to the hospital deck to see our grandmother dazed and latched on to oxygen and IV’s. My brother wasn’t able to comprehend the severity and sheer horror of our predicament. We slumped in fear watching our grandmother disembark the ship on a stretcher to an unknown international hospital, leaving my brother and I unaccompanied minors aboard a floating city outside the U.S. The uniformed Guest Services Manager

I breathed warmly on him. His erection was enormous. I pulled off his pants, and then did the same with his hosiery. My hands started with his legs, my fingers pressing and rubbing, loosening the muscles. The massage techniques I employed required no oil or lotion; my own skin was more than soft and downy enough to eliminate friction.

placed the hand-cuffs on me and read me my rights. I have to admit the whole

Slowly but surely our lips met and the night accelerated in a matter of seconds. Kissing turned to caressing, caressing turned to a different kind of touching, a more intimate kind. Fingers crawling around in places they’d never been before. Was this supposed to feel good? I remember wondering. But I didn’t want him to see me wondering. He was the experienced one, this should be feeling good, I should show him how good this feels.

“Fuck. Fine. Sit,” you crawled on his face, him latching on to your thighs and getting a good look at your pussy beforehand.

I was asked if I wanted to be patted down privately or in front of everyone. I had nothing to hide so I told him that out in the open would be fine.