Sara lay sprawled out on Neal's bed, clutching her stomach. She had had bad stomach pains all day. She took Pepcid and some other meds but nothing seemed to help. She squinted up at the clock; 7:30. Neal had told her he'd be late, and he should be home soon. She tried to pull herself together, not wanting to be some weak girl in front of her love. Without warning, Neal turned the knob and walked in. "Hey, babe," he leaned over and kissed her. She pulled away, trying to sit up. She winced and let out a sound in pain and fell back down. "Are you okay?" he looked down at her worriedly.

"Yeah, just bad stomach cramps, that's all," she then tried to sit up, wincing again.

"Here," he sat down on her other side, gently pushing her body back down. He pulled up her blouse, looking at her thin abdomen. He massaged it lightly with his right hand, pushing a little harder when she closed her eyes, relaxing. "That feel good?" She nodded. He continued rubbing her stomach as he leaned forward and placed light kisses all over it. She smiled, enjoying the feeling of her boyfriend's lips against her stomach. After about 10 minutes, he slowed down, soon stopping. "Feel better?"

"Much."

"I've told you before," he paused turning around to take his shirt off and turning back, "magic hands," followed then by him winking. She laughed softly at his jazz hands.