My own Gold Club story: A few years back, we were frequent patrons of a fine Atlanta restaurant opened by a friend who had spent 10 years in Paris, where in addition to chasing young girls, he learned how to cook. His Atlanta place had a very pretty young hostess, let's call her Lucy. My wife and I became friendly with her, as she was very nice. We even met her mother and joined Lucy and her mother for a really fine dinnner at the restaurant to celebrate Lucy's birthday. Lucy did not make much money working as a hostess and she had a second job as a front desk clerk at a B&B. The best part of that job, as she explained to us, was that she got a free room, in addition to a small salary. One night, however, Lucy complained that she was no longer happy living at the B&B. It seems that Lucy thought that someone was lurking outside her bedroom window at night and peeking in. She said that she had taken to dressing and undressing in the bathroom, which had better curtains. She told us that she suspected that the peeper was one of the cooks at the restaurant. Afterwards, my wife and I remarked about what a nice modest girl she was; so unlike many girls her age these days. Shortly afterwards, we returned to the restaurant and were greeted, to our surprise, by a new hostess. We asked one of the waiters what had happened to Lucy. He said: "She quit. She is dancing at the Gold Club now." We really understand about modesty.