Jason came to the bedroom door.
"Ready to go?" he said.
"Yes," I said.
"Andrew, can you start the jeep for me so it will be warm for Evaline." He held out the keys to him.
"Yes, of course." Andrew left and Jason turned to me.
"How sure of you of this plan of yours?"
"It's going to work."
"You're used to bullshitting clients, aren't you?"
"I'm a lawyer."
He thought this over for a couple seconds.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad he's in good hands. Evaline, I've misjudged you. I talked to Andrew last night while you slept and he told me about his time with you. You've been very kind to Andrew. He's gotten much better treatment at your hands than anyone else."
"It's not hard. Andrew is special."
"He is. And he deserves a good home. You see, Andy, there, well, I consider him my brother."
"Yes, Andrew said the same thing about you."
"We grew up together, though in different ways. While he was physically bigger for much of my life, cognitively, we grew at the same rate. Mother used my development as a template."
I tried my best not to react. Poor kid, he was as much a test subject as Andrew.
"Oh, Jason," I said. "That's-"
"I know, awful. I'm not sure who got the worst of it, Andy or me. Some of the things my mother did to Andy were just plain cruel. And I got to watch it, each and every day."
"I'm sure Andrew doesn't think of it that way. He speaks of your mother with reverence."
"Well, we tend to that with our mothers, don't we? But me, all I saw was that my brother suffered. So that's why I convinced Mother to let Andrew go with you. She's not happy about it; so don't fuck up, Evaline. We can't afford to lose him now."
"I don't intend to fuck up. I can't lose Andrew either."
#
We started at dusk. After several turns on a country road, we got on the highway heading to Washington. The canvas roof of the Jeep provided poor insulation against the cold. Andrew sat next to me, in the back seat, and covered me with blankets. I leaned against his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head.
"That's nice, " I said.
"I want to make things nice for you," said Andrew.
"You do that all the time," I said.
"I wonder if I can make things nicer now," he said.
"What do you mean," I said, but I felt his fingers slide between my legs.
"Andrew, you don't have-"
"Ssh, Evaline," he said quietly. "Soon we'll be separated for a while and I want you to show you how special you are. You told me that sometimes the pleasing comes from pleasing your partner. It would feel good to please you."
Under the blankets, he unzipped my slacks, and fingered my mound. I leaned back and sighed.
"Does that feel good, Evaline?"
"Mmm."
"You've opened up new worlds for me, Evaline," he whispered. "To please you is not a task anymore. It's a reason to be. Before, I existed. Now I am."
"Oh, Andrew."
His fingers burrowed into my bush, seeking my clit. He massaged the area around it sending tiny sparks of pleasure through my body. I wriggled against his fingers willing him to press harder. He did more than that. With his thumb and Index finger he pinched the flesh on either side of my clit together hard.
I took a deep breath, as my back arched. Juices ran from my pussy in delicious anticipation.
"Ssh, Evaline," Andrew whispered. "Don't move."
He pushed his hand in more and found the soft folds between my legs. I got wetter as Andrew curled his fingers and pushed inside. I stifled a moan trying not to clue Jason In our illicit activity. It drove me insane to not to move while Andrew worked me over with his hand.
Andrew put two fingers inside me, playing with the delicious area just inside my slit. My ass tightened enjoying his fingers twisting and turning in my pussy. God. It felt so good. Now my pussy was molten and dripping, and my breathing sped up. My clit throbbed as he plunged in and out of me. I shivered from corralling so much sensation by remaining still. I needed to cum, and I pushed my eager twat onto Andrew's fingers. Over his questing digits I jerked and spasmed. He moved faster, this time cupping my clit with his hand. Between the fingers in my slit, and the palming of clit, my heat climbed. I burst apart impaled on two of his fingers. I couldn't help but take a loud and sharp Intake of breath.
"Everything okay, back there?" said Jason.
"Jason," said Andrew, "pay attention to the road."
#
I took a deep breath.
We stood on the sidewalk in front of the Third District Police Headquarters in Washington. I choose this one carefully. It was the closest to my condo, though admittedly not that close, and it was small in size. I hope that meant that the police weren't as militant as at the larger stations, but one couldn't be sure. It was gamble, as everything I was about to do was.
"You two going to be okay?" Jason asked as he let us off.
No, we weren't going to be okay. We were in for a rough time.
"Yes," I said.
"I trust Evaline," said Andrew.
He gave Andrew a wry smile. "I know you do, buddy. Good luck."
Jason drove off after I gave him Betty's phone number. When he was out of Washington he'd call her.
"Okay, Andrew, walk five paces behind me, and whatever happens, keep your hands to your side, or if they command it, put them in the air." Then I thought better of my instructions, "Or whatever else they command."
"Understood. I will be as non-threatening as possible."
"Even if they do something that seems like it will harm me."
Andrew hesitated.
"Andrew?"
"Yes, Evaline. I will do as you say."
"Good."
With that I moved forward and opened the door to the station. To the right was glass window with a bored policewoman viewing television on a pad. She was watching my story play again on the news.
"Hello," I said.
The officer didn't move her head, but put her hand up indicating I should wait.
"Excuse me. I'm Evaline Shipley and there is a warrant for my arrest."
The officer looked at me not comprehending, then looked to her pad, and then to me again.
"Holy shit!" she said. She pressed something on her desk, and in a minute the sounds of feet pounding filled the halls.
"Don't move. Hands up!" another officer shouted.
Andrew and I both put our hands in the air.
Another officer came forward and shoved me into the wall.
"Don't hurt her," said Andrew. "She's pregnant!"
"Shut up, you," said another. She then slammed her hand into Andrew's jaw. Big mistake. You don't bang your hand against a titanium skeleton without ill affects. Andrew just stood there, while the officer howled.
"Idiot," said another. "Take five, Andrew," she said.
Andrew did nothing.
"What the fuck?" the officer said, drawing her weapon.
"Listen," I said, trying not to struggle against the rough treatment, my cheek against the wall. "Just take him to lock-up. He'll wait quietly."
The officer at my back cuffed my wrists, which considering I was in a police station, voluntarily giving myself up, was ludicrous.
"What's his safe phrase?" she growled.
"He doesn't have one, not anymore," I lied. I wanted Andrew to be awake and aware for whatever happened. He would be better able to defend himself if things got really out-of-hand. That is what I told him to do when I woke this morning in the jeep.
"All right you," she said, jerking me away from the wall. "Let's get you to booking."
"What about him?" said another officer.
"Put him in lock-up and keep an eye on him."
#
The commander of the little police station looked none too pleased to see me. She gave me a hard look.
"You really are pregnant," she said as if she couldn't believe it. They gave me a test, along with their other less gentle ministrations.
"Yeah," I said.
"Your husband's?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes."
"So why do you have a pleasure 'bot?"
"Again, that's in the none of your business category."
She hissed through her teeth.
"How did that robot become sentient?"
I wanted to throw a wisecrack in her face. I had sat for hours in a cell and was cranky. I resisted the urge.
"I've asked for my lawyer. I have not given up my rights. You can't question me."
"Bitch," she said. "Half of Washington is in a panic. Even now there are people outside the precinct calling to destroy the robot."
"Are you telling me you can't handle this situation, Commander? It seems that you are causing your own problems. No one would know we are here unless someone from your precinct leaked the story."
She slammed her hand down on the table and then wInced.
"Your robot won't talk either."
"I told him not to, to wait for our lawyer. You have called her, right?"
"He keeps asking about you though."
