One day a guy from Member Saves, with bumper stickers on his wheelchair and an angel face, could not fight the temptation. A terrified member complained that someone had announced her home address in a chat room. By then personal effects were not permitted in pods, so there was no reason for him to return to the call floor. He was gone within minutes. We received e-mail from parents every day.
Some people like to cocoon themselves in plastic wrap to crap and screw.
Some fathers barter their daughters in exchange for the children of other men. Some women are looking to serve cocktails on their hands and knees at Super Bowl parties, butt plug in place. All of this became the business of our little crew. One supervisor erred on the side of caution, advising us to flag monikers as jumbled and innocuous as Smotpoker and Fuhq. Ours was not just a struggle against unruly impulses and desires.