Whether or not they could afford to lose what they gambled was not my concern.Where I had to be more concerned was with people who played at the table.... Those were the people who gambled for higher stakes and sometimes used less conventional methods of payment, like staking out blocks of stock or signing IOUs. The only people we accommodated thusly were people that we checked out and knew that there was some way they could obtain the money to back their play. The vast majority of those IOUs. 3. July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women’s restroom.4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, ‘Code 3 in House wares. Get on it right away’. This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing management to lose time and costing the company money.5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to reserve a bag of Maltesers.6.. I was wearing a satin saree, blue in color, with a matching short sleeved blouse, not very revealing from the top.But my petticoat and sari around the waist was quite low, as I liked to flaunt my well shaped waist. By the time next station arrived, the boys were touching me from all the sides, and now they were laughing out louder, making direct references to me. One of them even spoke out loud about the sweat trickling down my leg inside my blouse. Their hands were rubbing my waist, when I. The rough patrons stared at the scantily dressed beauty, and they all shared the same thoughts: "Is she old enough to fuck, 'cause I'm gonna be the one!"'Whispers' was a dark, smoke-filled, musty bar in the tiny town of Palmetto, where desperate housewives and single women could easily find rough young hunks and tough bikers and get laid incognito. Rick was familiar with Whispers, but the unworldly Sue Anne hadn't. He had long dreamed about Sue Anne teasing the guys who hung out there, hoping.