A Little Less Intimacy, Please

(heard part of this story on the news this morning. a guard was "intimatly" patting down a young girl, about 6 years old. it was caught on film and shown on khou 11, houston news. thought it ironic that last night cinderella had aboarded a plane to philly, then i wake up and see this on the news..) Besides being terrified of heights and claustrophobic, i hate flying because of all the damn security! not that i have anything to hide, but come on.. do you really have to check inside a babies ass for a gun? security in L.A is ridiculous! when we came to our first security checkpoint we were asked to put all of our belongings into a scanner, and take off our shoes. we all successfully passed. going to the second checkpoint, we were to be patted down. when the security guard got to Fred he said "whats your name?" Fred, with is arms and legs spread apart with the African American guard patting down his legs, said "Fred coury." "i need you to stand straight up and put out your wrists, sir." the guard didn't ask us to do this.. what could be going on? Fred rolled his eyes and said "come on, we have a plane to catch. is this really necessary?" The guard wrapped his hands around Fred's neck, gently rubbing his skin. Fred had a confused look on his face. He then ran his hands down Fred's back to his back pockets. Eric looked like he couldn't hold in a laugh any longer. Tom leaned over to me and whispered "Kayla.. does this seem wrong to you?" "i uh... yeah. but- i don't know.. can they do that?" tom shrugged his shoulders "i don't know.. seems sorta intimate.. doesn't it?" Cheyenne looked disgusted. like she was thinking the same thing tom and i were. "this is illegal" i whispered to tom. "defiantly intimate." he said to himself. The guard checked Fred's back pockets, reaching his hands in and tugging, as if something would fall out of the pockets. "what do we do?" tom whispered. The guard then put his hands on toms chest, trying to seem like he was feeling for hidden objects. more like he was looking for- "Kayla, PSSSSHHHTTTT!" "what, tom?" "what do we do?" i looked around, checking if anyone else but us was watching this. everyone just walked by, minding their own business. "i don't know.. " i told tom. "just wait til its over- i guess..." tom looked about as disgusted as Cheyenne "wait til its over!? Kayla, Fred is being felt up by a black security guard in public! imagine how scared he is!" "imagine? I'm watching this! he doesn't look to scared.. maybe he likes it.." tom, giving me a stare said "Kayla... we have to do something!" tom, always wanting to be the hero. "tom, i don't know what to do!" "uh.. sir... i can assure you that i am clean. can you please stop." Fred told the security guard. "hold on, boy." Fred looked at us, with a look that we could tell meant "do something!" i mouthed out the words "i don't know what to do" slowly, so he could understand. Fred pointed to the ticket desk. i nudged toms arm to get his attension, then whispered "go up to the ticket desk, and tell the lady.. i don't know what else to do.." tom nodded his head and started to walk over to the desk. i looked over to Cheyenne, who now refused to watch. Tom came back with a woman dressed in a blue suit with a name tag clipped onto her shirt pocket. she tapped on the guards shoulder and said "hey, Morty, that's enough. this man has nothing on him, please let him move on." the guard took his hands off Fred. Fred sighed, relived that it was over. with out a word, we all walked to the terminal to aboard out plane.