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said, the girl has a nasty bump on her head. Think she’s all
right though. Doc’s a good man and he’s taking care of her, but
you’ve got a hell of a mess to clean up.”
    “That’s just great,” he looked with disgust
at the mess on the floor.
    “Queer thing is she keeps saying that this
place belongs to her and asking what you’re doing in her house. How
hard did she hit her head anyway? Maybe we’d better take her to the
hospital.” Eyeing Jack he added, “She had some crazy idea you were
going to rape or murder her. I assured her you’d do no such thing.
I’m right about that, aren’t I Jack?”
    “Come on Vince! How desperate do you think I
am! Some frumpy nutcase in red panties tries to climb in my shower,
and I’m the one you suspect of doing something strange?” Rubbing
his face with both hands and pulling at his hair until it stood on
end, he stared at Vince in consternation. “This is a
nightmare!”
    “Hey man, relax. We’ll figure this out,” he
said laying his hand on Jacks shoulder. Then he drew back and shot
him a narrow look. “What red panties?”
* * *
    “Now then, my dear, I really do suggest you
let us take you to the emergency room. You were unconscious for
some time and you have concussion.”
    Vicky stared at the man who’d introduced
himself as Dr. Sweeney. She turned then to glare at the previously
naked man, relieved to see that he now wore jeans and a blue denim
shirt. He sat in an armchair on the other side of the room glaring
back at her.
    “I’m not going to the emergency room or
anywhere else. I want to know who he is and what he’s doing in my
house.” She stabbed a forefinger in Jack’s direction. Attempting to
sit up and swing her legs over the side of the bed, she clutched
her stomach and clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god,” she
moaned, sinking onto the bed once more.
    Dr. Sweeney was at her side, lifting her legs
back onto the bed. “Trust me Miss. I assure you; with concussion
you must rest and remain still. You’ve had a bit of a shock.
Perhaps we won’t take you to the hospital after all. Jack and I
will stay here with you and monitor your condition for today. I’m
sure you’ll feel better in a bit, but you should avoid any
stressful situations.”
    “Jack?” she asked. “Okay, I give up. Who’s
Jack and why is he here in this house? Yes, I’m stressed out and
it’s all his fault,” she spat out pointing across the room. “This
Jack or whoever he is, appears out of nowhere stark naked, scaring
me to death. Of course I’m stressed.”
    Jack shot back angrily, “I beg your sublimely
idiotic pardon, but I was taking a shower in my own bathroom and
didn’t jump out at you from nowhere. I’m here because I live here
and it’s my house not yours. How did you get in here anyhow?” He
turned to Dr. Sweeny, “She’s a nut!”
    “I’m not a nut! I heard what you said out
there to that policeman and I am not a frump either!” Sniffling,
she began looking for her purse, but didn’t see it anywhere. “I got
in with my key to the front door. You’re the idiot; it’s my house.
Where’s my bag?”
    The doctor retrieved it from atop a blanket
chest at the foot of the bed, smiling at her deferentially. He
handed the purse to her. “Here you go young lady; I put it aside
for you and I discovered your cell phone under the dresser. Just
try to remain calm and quiet for a bit. It’s the best thing.”
    She rummaged around the large leather bag
until she located her cell phone. Squinting at it, she noticed
there was a missed call. Recognizing the number as that of the
lawyer, Mr. Douglas, she saw the answer to her dilemma. Jabbing her
finger at the phone’s buttons, she returned his call. As she
listened to the ringing, she and Jack continued to glare at each
other.
    When he answered she said, “Mr. Douglas, I’m
at the house, and wondering what happened to you. There’s a problem
here.” She listened for a moment as the two men