You're angry

You can't quite bring yourself to hold Lily, even though she clutches your chest. It takes you a moment to form a reply.

"Babe, you exposed yourself to a total stranger? And I'm supposed to be grateful for what, that you didn't{if TSA Gender == 1} blow him{elseif TSA Gender ==2} eat her out{endif}? You shouldn't have been fooling around with someone else. I'm grateful that you open to me sleeping with other people, but even if I were comfortable with you fooling around, you should ask first," you say, deeply uncomfortable with the lack of control you feel right now.

Lily looks up at you, tears forming in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. You're right, I never should have done that. Not without asking," she whispers, her fingers clenching around the fabric of your shirt.

You know she's an exhibitionist. You know this was a perfect opportunity for her, and as you think about it, your anger subsides into a dull ache. You put your arms around Lily at last and hold her tightly.

"It's okay, I forgive you. I want you to be happy. We'll find plenty of sexy things to do. Together."

The two of you stand there for a while, ignoring the other travelers as they pass by. Eventually you part, and flash each other weary smiles. Then you join hands and collect your things.