“Oh, my sweet Tinkerbell, no. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m so sorry. I was just so possessive of you, and having those men see you dressed so sexy made me angry. I can’t stand the thought of someone seeing you like that.” I feel her soften a little at my statement, and I keep going. “You’re mine and what we do together is private. I’ve never had anything like this with anyone before, and I don’t want to share it. It’s my own selfishness that reacted today. It wasn’t anything you did.”