"Rescuing can be tricky," Lynn continued, "especially for a lawyer. We'll have special considerations to make. Consider, for example, the matter of intent between good and evil."
"Oh, no," he said, sitting down right where he was, putting his head in both his hands and watching her.
"Hear me out. Malfeasance, a nifty little term that cost me a lifetime in student loans, is intentional wrongdoing, for example intentionally shooting someone."
"I'll take notes."
"Second up to bat, is misfeasance, which is negligent wrongdoing, as in shooting someone when you believe the gun was unloaded. You can see the difference, right?"
"I suppose, but remember I don't have your financial obligations."
"Is that all you can say? We're in trouble here. Listen to the third possibility, as it steps up to the plate with the bases loaded."
"Nonfeasance," she said triumphantly.
"Failure to act when required. You'd be guilty of nonfeasance if you failed to warn someone about a shooting range."
"I don't see where all this is getting us."
"That's because you're not trying. Remember the concept of hallucination?"
"It's an altered state, isn't it? Only the person hallucinating has found a different reality. Everyone around that person is still on the previous level."
"So," he said, squirming. "What are you getting at?"
"Same thing I've wanted to know from the beginning. What's going on? Where's the man who kidnaped me? Where's the man who took my virginity?"
"That never happened."
Lynn sat down next to him. "It happened to me. Did Lou, or whatever name and personality he decided to chose so he could run from himself and reality, commit an act of malfeasance, misfeasance, or nonfeasance? Did he intend to make love to me, create a diversion, or use me for amusement? Was it intentional, non-intentional, or careless?
Was that mischief in her voice? She had a nice voice really, not like a lawyer or a porn star or whatever else she'd found along her way.
Where the hell was Lou? Sometimes, when he looked at Lynn, he had the feeling he'd been intimate with her, in more ways than one.
"I have to know," she said, standing suddenly and moving in front of him. "When all is said and done, this is my life, these are my thoughts, and this is my body."
And then, before his startled eyes, she stripped all her clothes off and threw them in his lap. "And what do you intend to do about it?" she asked.
He cleared his throat. If he wasn't sitting down, he'd have fallen over. She was truly beautiful. She was slender and work-out perfect, but her body had more curves than the Malibu end of Pacific Coast Highway. Her breasts were full and natural with dusky rose tips that beaded as he watched them hungrily. He shifted uncomfortably as most of his blood supply took the southern route. Her thighs were smooth and perfect, and from what he could tell of her as she revolved around to give him his money's worth, she had the most delectable backside he had ever seen.
"Are you Lou?" she whispered, huskily, enticing him like a femme fatale.
"What are you doing?" he said softly with as much verbal energy as his physical obligations allowed. "I thought you were sexually shy."
Did she look triumphant?
"What do you mean?" she asked with presumed innocence, licking her thumb and circling her feminine attributes for his benefit.
It worked. He was her love slave. "I mean that on the grass, you were innocent, only letting me in because you didn't want to die a virgin."
She held her breasts out to him. "I've changed, Lou. Life changes women. We can't be pushed and pulled through days and nights of intrigue without coming out stronger, without emerging with a clearly defined sense of who we are and what we want."
"Lou?" He was going to explode. "Am I Lou?"
"You have to be Lou if you want me, if you want to kiss my body and wrap my legs around you."
He'd moved closer, gazing up at the sweet fluff covering her keys to heaven. "Why does it matter who I am? I'm a man, aren't I. You're a woman. Adam and Eve. We don't need anything else."
"Sure we do."
"What?" Was he panting?
He groaned. Why were all women alike? "Why can't I be whoever I want, whenever I want? Why do all females want the same man to take out the garbage every night? Maybe I'd like to be an alien warrior on Monday or a blazing gunman on Tuesday. No matter my male fantasies, I'd still expect you naked and willing every day of the week."
"Are you sure, Lou?" She opened her knees. "Wouldn't you like to be the man I want you to be? For me? Pretty please?"
He licked his lips and tossed her clothes to one side. In an instant he was on his knees in front of her and circled her thighs with his arms.
"I'm Lou," he said, his mouth against her. "I'm definitely Lou. Consider what I'm about to do to be an act of malfeasance, because I intend to do it with every inch I can manage, right or wrong."
She gasped with the sensations. He was right on the mark, and if he hadn't been supporting her, she would have buckled. He explored every secret she had and then lowered her to his lap.
"Touch me," he whispered.
Impatient, she traced the outline of the enormous bulge she craved.
He stopped her. "Don't touch me," he said with a groan. "I'm only human."
"Are you? Isn't that what we've been trying to establish from the beginning?"
"Have mercy, Counselor."
"Commitment, Lou, remember? Make up your mind who you are and what you want. I did it. I'm a woman, and I want you. Do you want me to touch you, yes or no? Make a commitment."
That did it.
"I'll show you commitment," he said with a growl of male dominance. "I want you, and I want you now."
He tore his clothes off and pressed his body against hers. "Any requests?"
He did. As she enjoyed the man she created, he took her in every way possible, twisting and turning her yearning, naked body to fit his driving lust. What had she done? Unleashed a power ranger?
"Unfair advantage," he said, panting in the aftermath. "Definitely misfeasance on your part. You didn't warn me you were a sex machine."
She smile and kissed the center of his chest. "No, that was the first time, when I didn't know it myself."
"So you knew what you were doing, seducing me?" Another kiss, this time from him on the tip of her ear.
"Let's just say, this time was a matter of nonfeasance."
"I failed to warn you."
She sighed and straddled him. "I failed to warn you that I've fallen in love with you."
Lou smiled, reaching for her. "Funny you should mention that. I've gotten pretty fond of you myself."