Did she alledge it was her crotch you were staring at, or someone else's? Did you stare at the alleged crotched stared upon? Were you being transferred away, or within the same facility or whatever? None of such questions really matter rthough, for your rage is real and must be sorted out, whatever the circumstances. I don't know what to tell you. Whenever I get that mad at someone, murdering them is as creative as I can getr in my imaginings. I'm completely at the mercy of my basest emotions, like an infant, and things like being clever and poetic justice and expressing my position to the acclaim of those around me are just not big enough vessels for me to put that anger into. I'd just cut her head off and put it on a stick along an interstate highway or something. I don't know.