Hondo knew that I’d try to seduce him, since it had been a couple of weeks since we last fucked. My young lover and I had worked out our problems wh...n he had broken up with his girlfriend and now we were able to spend more time with one another, especially when he had visitation with our daughter. I knew he had always loved me and I had loved him too, but I just couldn’t leave my husband for him and it had hurt our relationship, after I had given birth to his daughter. I had nine c***dren and. He doesn’t buy any of the art in the gallery. It’s all on consignment, so he doesn’t have anything invested in the stock. Your stuff is here on consignment. And your agent paid to rent Gallery C for fifteen days. After that, most of it will go into storage and a couple prints will hang in one of the other galleries. You’ll still get charged shelf space for everything they have, though.”“Man. What a racket. Where are we going for dinner, Bob?”The next couple of days went smoothly. I was not. We introduce ourselves. For the sake of anonymity her name is Lorraine. Lorraine is a 54 year old from Long island, two k**s, 3 grand k**s, Divorced marketing executive who now lives LA. We exchange numbers. Later that evening I was out on a shoot and I get a text from Lorraine. A nude. I respond with the eggplant emoji, she replies oh yeah? When? I say jokingly 8pm and gave her my address. In my mind, she's a tease and she wont show. I get a text 7:49pm. I'm outside. I was about a mile away. I. Wilson steadfastly defended her turf against all comers. That might have been to protect her self-described status as an "elder." I don't think it was to protect the flock from my contagion or heretical views.But I could be wrong.The space over the vestibule at the rear -- presumably once a choir loft or something -- was occupied by enough TV equipment to cover a pro football game, along with a couple of theatrical spotlights. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like the hunchback of Notre.