She leaned down over him and gave him a quick, warm kiss on his lips. “Well, I’ll at least make sure you’ve got the right pants; let’s call them speedos, ok?” and both laughed. And those all important nerves are still there” and with that she gave him a roguish wink. Olivia stood for a second deep in thought and then “well, maybe we can help with that” and slipping her shoes off, then her sweater, slipped on to the bed. “You have to do something about this, Pete,” he said, “it’s not a slow-moving cancer, the kind we can just watch. He smiled, and was soon asleep again as she returned to his house to make preparations for his return the next day. The hospital kiss was repeated; it became their habit to give quick kisses as the awoke, fell asleep, or on the rare occasions when Olivia went out to shop.
