“He’s right, Eli. When you sent the telegraph message with Eli Crow on it, they must have thought it was Dad who sent it and that he was the one c...ming here,” Kit told him.When they arrived at the hotel, the driver of the surrey rang his bell and two bellboys ran out to grab their bags.Eli looked up to see the hotel manager walking toward him with his hand out. He was smiling and Eli knew then, they really did think he was Marshal Eli Crow.“Marshal Crow, it sure is good to have you come stay. He gave it to me saying that I could text him if I got locked out or needed anything. I texted him a few hours later: "Can I text you for reasons other than being locked out? " With that we started talking. It turned out that we had a lot in common. After we'd been texting for a few days, he told me he had a surprise for me. It was a secret and I had to come to his room at night. After teasing him about how sketchy that sounded, I agreed. One night, after his RA meeting, he texted me to ask if. She started noticing how stimulated her body was becoming because of her wanton fantasies, when her thoughts were interrupted by Andrew calling out to her.“Ms. Hamilton, why don’t you come in too. it must be hot there in the sun, and the water feels great! Come on in and cool off some.”Kate was a bit hesitant at first, but she agreed she needed to cool off. She meant it more than one way, but doubted he had a clue. It was inconceivable to her that he would find her the least bit attractive. She. She had gone off to college and received a masters degree in journalism and was doing good writing short stories and getting them published. It wasn't a lot of money, but she was surviving.After her father had died, she came home to help her mother in her haute couturier shop. It had been fun as a teenager. They had gone to Vienna, Burano, Brussels, Bruges, and Ghent during the summers to participate in little known workshops for making Chantilly, Needle, Bobbin, and Belgian Lace.Every so.