Joe shook his head and sliced his knife through his steak. "No, not at all. That's perfectly fine by me."Gina reached across the table and stroked his...hand fondly, "You are so understanding, and I love that about you."So, the deal was done and it was arranged for Lydia to stay just while she got her head together and found herself somewhere to stay. The day she arrived with her suitcase at her feet, Joe felt like he was going to combust with sexual energy. Lydia looked vulnerable and teary like. Chelsea ran up the stairs to him, babbling apologies and explanations, but David simply took her in his arms and hushed her, kissing her wet hair and saying, "There, there, it's all right. Happy anniversary, darling."Reassured, Chelsea kissed him back and rested for a moment in his embrace. Looking over his shoulder she could see that he'd left the apartment door open, displaying the romantic glow of candlelight within: their celebration dinner. Overcome with guilt, Chelsea again tried to. They advised him what to stay away from in terms of evidence. They did not want him compromising the trial with inadvertent help to the defence.The interview focused on Tony's recovery from amnesia and the bizarre story surrounding it. There was little interest in the technical details of the fraud, merely that it precipitated the attempt on his life, his memory loss, his new life and new identity and finally, his reuniting with his wife and regaining most of his memory. It was a great human. He awoke. Carla grinned at him. He groaned. She inched the zipper down. Dave raised his hips and let her peel his jeans down to his knees. Her hands caressed his maleness through his blue and green striped briefs. He began to react. Judging by his expressionless demeanor, it was probably more automatic than enthusiastic. She drew him out through the slit in his shorts and worked him up until he had reached his fullest. He was really nicely made. A full eight inches long and thick, really thick..