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sarcastically as he took her arm and escorted her back to his truck.  “We're gonna have to get you a name though, that's for sure.  I can't stand this Jane Doe stuff.”
    “I’m' not too fond of it myself,” she replied brightly smiling as she got into the passenger side of the truck.  She wanted to scoot over next to him but didn't think he would like that too much.  He seemed bothered by her already.  She could tell he was annoyed by her presence but was glad to be with him nevertheless.
    Suddenly the passenger door opened again and Martin appeared.  “Scoot over darling, I'm on foot too.”
    The young woman tried to conceal her sudden glee and didn't hesitate to slide over next to Jordan, now feeling the hair of his firm, manly leg tickle against her bare skin.  She was finally glad this other man had shown up.
    Jordan started driving through town.  “Well...let's see,” he said as he glanced to her then back at the road.  “You kind of look like a Barbie doll, so how about Dolly?”  He chuckled at his own suggestion.
    “Okay...Dolly it is,” she agreed willingly.  “At least I know he thinks I'm cute too,” she thought as she leered at his well tanned, husky thighs.  “How old are you?” she then asked him curiously.
    “Twenty-five,” he answered with a little surprise in his tone glancing her way again.  “Ya know, you're gonna need more than one set of clothes.  I guess tomorrow we'll run back into town,” he then added as he realized she was still in her swim suit and t-shirt clutching the set of clothing the nurse had given her.
    Martin couldn't help himself.  That was the final straw.  He just couldn't imagine what had come over his buddy Jordan to fight for this girl the way he had.  He roared out loudly in laughter.
    “Yeah...Jordan Scott...shopping for women's clothes.  I can just see it now,” he proclaimed.
    “What else could I have done Martin?” Jordan burst out angrily.
    “Nothing.  Nothing I guess.  Sorry pal, I just think it's funny, that's all.  Okay?”  Martin answered sarcastically as he again scanned the girl's legs and shook his head with sheer amusement.
    Jordan parked the truck outside his beach house.  As they climbed out of it Martin turned and winked at her.  “If he gets tired of you sweetie, just have him drop you off at my place.  I'll take really good care of you,” he chuckled as he headed for his own car.
    Dolly didn't answer him.  Just looked at him as if to tell him to bug off.  She didn't like his attitude one bit and couldn't believe he was actually Jordan's best friend.  They just seemed to be so different in demeanor.
    “Ignore him,” Jordan then told her as he motioned for her to follow him up the stairs into the house.
    “All I want is to take a good hot shower, if you don't mind,” she then stated as she admired Jordan's manly gait from behind.  “Is it okay?”
    Jordan seemed a little preoccupied as he turned his head to answer.  “Humph...oh...of course.  You ought to be getting a little hungry by now too huh?”  he said as they entered the living room through the sliding glass doors.
    He then showed her through his bedroom to the master bathroom so she could shower and change.  It was shortly after lunch by the time they finished their morning escapade at the hospital and the near thirty minute battle with Lydia.
    Dolly could hear Jordan rustling around the bedroom as she dressed in his master bathroom.  “Do you have a hair dryer I could borrow?” she yelled out as she put on the green t-shirt the nurse had given her.
    He turned toward the bathroom door not thinking and pushed it open.  “Yeah it’s...”
    “Hey, get out of here!” Dolly yelled, still standing in only her panties and t-shirt.  She pushed the door closed feeling his weight against the other side.
    “Jordan stood a little stunned for a second…red-faced.  “Sorry...I'm not used to having women in my bathroom.  It's under the