…so once the hotel manager made it known he knew who I was, I got nervous and started going to more “off the beaten path” hotels to meeet my BF for lunchtime sex romps. This was one. It’s too bad, because the hotel I often used was so perfect, my BF could park in the underground lot, I’d hide a key for him, and he could activate the elevator straight to my floor, no way he’d be seen in the lobby or anything. It was a perfect setup. (I do still occasionally go there though)