Well it was called no bet and I got into a row with both of the guys. Called them cheating bitches etc. Table was closed and security called the main ...man had to come down and settle it. In the end they settled at half stakes as I had said I was playing a six group but they thought I had gone for red? What they should have realised was that I had been playing groups for 15mins? I got my money and walked away. Got a few yards and a large hand on my shoulder stopped me. It was the crouper who came. On arriving I was informed that the club was strictly “Members Only”, and that the fee for the year was $50. The door fee would be $25. I filled out the application form, and noted a whole load of “The undersigned agrees to blah blah blah” legal mumbo-jumbo, and who reads that stuff? I signed and paid my $75. I was handed a ticket with 24 printed on it. The show had yet to start. I glanced at the stage, and noted two things: there wasn’t a pole for the dancers, in the middle of the stage there. He let the air out of his airbed, and stored it in its carrier. After checking to make sure his camp was clean of food and that everything was stored, he made his way on his ATV to about a hundred yards short of his Jeep.He hid his ATV in the brush. It was out of site of where he had parked the Jeep. He took the ATV's key with him. That was the best he could do. He did put a cover over it though, to keep rain and weather off it as best as he could manage.The water samples he had dropped off at. Typicalof snobby white people not to recognize someone black that workedfor them. Xavier decided to give them what they expected. "Is datone of dem digital cameras?" he said in a fake American accentand mimicking Mustafa's street lingo."Sure is," replied Norman always eager to show off one of hisfancy toys. "Come take a look at it." The giant black man lookedvaguely familiar to Norman. He walked over to the camera and bentdown to look at it. "See, you can see the pictures I've taken inthis.