Powerful and strong

The car with the exploding robot. The crowded train platform. Steven was still trying to formulate a plan to get them out of this mess when Sam jumps up and jumps off the train. She hands her phone to a 20 something girl that is standing on the train platform and tell her something. The girl starts filming Sam with the phone Sam gave her and her personal phone. Steven does not know what Sam told the girl but it looks like what ever Sam is going to do it is going to be immortally placed on the internet. Sam turns to the robot still sitting in the car and starts yelling for all to hear. She starts by calling out Richard, the company, and the plan for the human companions. She has finished dumping the details and names before she is in range of the absolute kill radius if the robot was decided to explode all of his body parts all over the spectators. Sam marches toward the robot, staring directly into it eyes. "Richard, this is the plan, I am done running, and your story is being live streamed to the world. Go ahead and blow me up. It will be on your head and the world will watch it. I am going to get in this car and your fucking robot is going to drive me back to Steven's place. I am going to lock this, this, manipulative, plastic, piece of shit in a closet. I am going to finish recuperating from your attempted murder of me. When I am ready to talk to you and your team of thugs I will pull, that, that, monster from the closet and I will contact you. Clearly your pushed me too fucking far, and now the world knows how much of a piece of shit you and your team are. The world is going to deal with you but we are going to do it on my time frame." By this time Sam had been in the robots face for the last demand. "Nod, your head you lumbering plastic dick face if you understand what I am saying." The robot stared at her for a moment and then slowly nodded its head. "Steven" Sam yelled, without breaking eye contact with the robot, "Get your ass out here. We are going home." Sam walked back to the shell shock videographer. Gave her thanks and then retrieved her phone. As Steven walked by her, the girl turned her phone on herself and addressed what Steven assumed were her followers. The girl was convinced that she was just handed a viral video from the gods of social media.

Sam climbed in the back seat of the car while scowling at the robot as she walked by. Steven would swear he saw the robot shamefully shrink in its seat. Steven went to get in the font passenger side of the car when Sam features instantly switch from the most powerful woman he has ever seen to something closer to the tenderness he knew, "will you please sit back here with me?" Sam asked. Steve was happy to comply. After they had settled in Sam demanded the robot to drive. They drove past dozens of gawking bystanders, expressing the amazement Steven felt. Sam had been kidnapped, tortured, thrown out of a car, chased by an explosive robot. Then in a moment, she quit running and walked right into the face of her tormentors effectively challenging them to hurt her again.

Staring out the window Sam was looking very drained. The last couple of week had taken their toll on Sam, and it was showing in the quietness of the car ride. "Do you want to lay down." Steven offered. Sam nodded and laid down resting her head on Steven's leg. Steven rubbed Sam's back as she lay there. Soon she was asleep and Steven explored her back with his fingers, from the nape of her neck to the waistline of her jeans. He massaged her muscles, working from the center out. Being careful not to touch too lightly and tickle her. Nor did he let his hand explore past the back, always stopping where the back fell away, but the desire was there. Sitting for a moment and feeling the weight of Sam on him was a nice change from the running they had been doing.

As they pulled into the yard Sam, sat up, "Let's get this robot put away so I can take a nap." They all marched into the house, Sam leading the way, the robot lumbering along, Steven bringing up the rear. They marched to the kitchen where Sam went straight to the knife block and retrieved the boning knife. She came back to the robot, held the knife to its face, "don't move a muscle". In one quick movement she pulled down the robot's shorts, grabbed the robot's silicon penis and scrotum, slid the knife underneath and jerked up the knife with all her strength. The robot's face was stone cold while it watched, but Steven's jaw dropped and he physically flinched as the knife cut through the anatomically perfect genitalia. "Open your mouth." Sam demanded, the compliant robot did as it was told, and Sam shoved the flaccid silicone into it's mouth with the sensor and motor wires protruding out of the end that moments ago were connected to the robot. A female robot voice in an alarming tone started announcing "Penile fluid low." Steve guessed that was the blue oil looking stuff that was dripping from the dismembered part in the robot's mouth. "Shut up." Sam was back to staring the robot in the eyes. "Richard, you prick, I want the data collected by this manipulative piece of rubber delivered to Steven's office. Obviously, any data deleted would be tampering with evidence and you don't want to add any more lines to your growing rap sheet. Now to the closet with you before I knife your eyes out." Steven spoke up, "I would be a little happier if he was stored in the walk in safe in the office." He quickly finished it up with, "If that is okay with you." As Sam was still holding the knife that had blue fluid dripping on the ground.

They marched the robot to the office and closed it in the safe. Without a word Sam turned and left. Steven followed Sam to her room. Steven asked as she kicked off her shoes "do you need anything."

"Will you lay with me."

"It would be my pleasure and hopefully more comfortable than the train."

Sam stripped off her pants and climbed into the sun soaked bed. Steven was not sure what to do and clearly took to long to decide and Sam asked "are you going to come snuggle with me or just stand there and stare at me?" Steven kicked off his shoes and followed suit by stripping to his underwear. "I have never seen underwear like that." Sam stated. "It is a religious thing, we can talk about it after your nap." Steve responded as he climbed into the bed. As he settled in, Sam slid up to him resting her head on his chest. "Thank you." Sam said in a relaxed voice.

"For what?"

"For protecting me."

"You don't need protected." Steven chuckled.

"I know. But you would if I asked."

"You are welcome. And thank you."

"For what?"

"For wanting me."

Sam looked up at Steven. He put his finger on her lips. "We can talk later." With the warm sun coming in through the windows they fell asleep snuggling in each other's arms .