"I'm Lynette. Lynette Adler," I said to him.

"Nice to meet you, Lynette," he replied as he kissed my hand. "So what brings you to the Metro Museum?" he asked.

"I'm here for the Rubens exhibit. Rubens is one of my favorite painters. I work over at the Guggenheim Museum, but I don't tell them that," I replied.

"I like Rubens too. I loved that he has big women for muses in his art work and not pin thin women," he said.

"Me too. His paintings make me feel really good about myself as a big woman," I replied.

Ian then looked at my voluptuous frame and said, "You look very lovely today, Lynette."

"Thank you, Ian," I replied.

"I'm an artist myself. I'm a photographer and a painter. I was wondering if you would like to be my muse for my first painting," he said.

"I would love to. Anything to be away from my husband and mother. I shouldn't have said that," I said with a smile.

My cell phone suddenly rang. "Speak of the devil," I said, excusing myself.

I went to the ladies' room to answer my call. Derek told me that he'd be working very late this week and for the next three weeks and then a business trip to a convention in Atlanta after the three weeks. Then I asked him about going on a "date night" with dinner, dancing, and romance. But he said he would be all tired and suggested we have a "date night" at another time. I told him I got plans before hanging up. I told my mom the same thing and she said she and her bridge club were going out that night as well.

Ian was still there at the same spot as I came back from the restroom. I said, "I'm back. So when will you need me to model for you?"

"Is tonight ok with you?" he asked.

"Sounds great to me," I replied.

He then wrote down his address, cell and home phone numbers on a Post-It note. I wrote down my cell phone, address, and home phone number and gave it to him.

"I'll see you tonight, Ian," I said to him.

After leaving the museum, I went home to the condo in the Lower East Side to get myself ready for my meeting with Ian. I looked into my closet and brought out my sexiest little black dress and lingerie. Even Derek and my mom don't know about my secret lingerie stash, which is full of corsets, bustiers, bras, panties, etc. They didn't even know about my sexy dress stash either. I gathered all of my items in a duffel bag. I showered, got dressed, took my things, and stepped out. I drove over to Ian's apartment/art studio in Central Park West. Ian opened the door to let me in.

"Lynette, you look incredibly sexy tonight," he said as he let me into his spacious apartment.

I hung up my purse and put my keys in there. "Ian, your place looks great," I said to him.

"Thanks," he replied.

His apartment was very well lit and spacious. The living room looked like it was furnished by IKEA.

Ian then saw my duffle bag and noticed my lingerie and sexy clothes in the bag.

"I wasn't sure what to bring for the session, so I brought my