Big Lotta 4: Lotta and the Richest Man in the World By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com Lotta has a reunion with a childhood friend; mayhem ensues. Life with my beautiful, massive and strong girlfriend Lotta is never boring. Our latest adventure began when she received a phone call from yet another one of her childhood friends. "Who was that on the phone, sweetie?" I asked. When she told me who it was, I was shocked. "You know ------ ----?" I asked. If I told you his name I guarantee that you would know who I was talking about. He's very famous and is widely considered the richest man in the world. Since he's so well known, I'd rather not use his real name. For the purposes of this narrative, I'll call him "Richard". "Sure, he was one of my childhood friends." "So you, Drey and Dee know the richest man in the world?" I asked. "Well... when we knew him he was only the richest BOY in the world, but yes. He was pretty much a normal kid if you overlooked the solid gold baseball bats and the diamond encrusted catcher's mitt." "A solid gold baseball bat? Wasn't that kind of heavy?" I asked. "It was for everyone else," she replied. My sweetie has possessed incredible superhuman strength ever since she was a young girl. She was NEVER a little girl. "Wait a minute," she said as she went into a nearby closet and started digging through a box. "Here it is!" She emerged with a framed picture. "Here's a group picture of a bunch of us that Richard gave us when we were children. His butler took the photo." "Is this picture frame solid gold, and are these real diamonds, rubies and emeralds embedded in it?" "Yes. Richard always did like to do things in a big way." Speaking of big, there was my sweetheart as a young girl. She was more than twice the size as the other kids and looked like she weighed at least three times more. Lotta had something of a weight problem when she was young, but apparently when puberty hit, most of her weight went to her enormous breasts and her prodigious muscles. "Is this Richard?" I asked. "What's with the sports coat with the short pants and the big, red bow tie?" "Okay, so maybe he wasn't THAT normal," she replied. Lotta's friends Dee and Drey were in the picture too. "I see that Dee liked to dress in polka dots back then too," I observed. "You have no idea." "Who's the pretty girl with the red hair?" I asked. "That's Gloria; she was Richard's girlfriend. She later became his first wife." "Oh yeah, I remember. The media made a big deal when they got divorced because she refused to take any of his money. They acted like wanting to be self-sufficient made her defective or something. I personally thought it showed integrity." "Gloria was always that way. She liked Richard for Richard. She didn't like the way he flaunted his wealth." Still looking at the picture I asked, "Why is this blonde girl wearing a bright red jumpsuit with a hood attached?" "That's Gwendolyn. She was a good little witch." I thought about asking what that meant, but I decided not to. Sometime I'm going to have to sit down with Lotta and have a long talk about her weird and interesting childhood. "What about the super pale kid in the back? Is he naked?!" I asked. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she replied. Yep, one of these days... a loooonnnnng talk. "So why did the richest man in the world call you?" I asked. "He saw me on TV the other day when I had that little misunderstanding with the Bulk. He called to ask me if I'd like to have dinner with him to catch up." "Uh huh," I said suspiciously. "And when's the last time he saw you?" "When we were about ten or eleven I guess." It's just as I thought. The last time he saw her she was pump little girl. Now she's a tall, incredibly cute and sexy hottie with giant breasts and even bigger muscles. Richard would not be the first guy to try to steal Lotta away from me. "I know what you're thinking," she said, "And it's not like that. He's just an old friend who wants to talk about old times." I must have looked as skeptical as I felt because she added, "But I knew you wouldn't want me going out with him just the two of us so I asked if I could bring my boyfriend. His exact words were, 'The more the merrier.'" In that case, I didn't mind seeing what kind of establishment the richest man in the world would take us to. It was a very nice place. I wore a suit, and I must have looked pretty good because my baby grabbed me by the labels just before we walked into the restaurant, pulled me close and said, "You look simple scrumptious, darling. When I get you back home tonight, I can't wait to get you out of that suit and into our bed." She pulled me the rest of the way in and began to kiss me with the kind of passion that only she can generate. Feeling myself being pulled into her by her strong arms, the hot softness of her lips, her huge breasts being pressed against me... I was in immediate danger of exploding and creating a very embarrassing stain in the front of my trousers. I knew that with my baby's awesome strength that there was no chance in the world that I'd be able to break her grip and pull away. I was forced to think distracting thoughts in an attempt to keep from blowing my load. I thought of terminal disease, natural disasters, runaway inflation, mangled baby ducks - anything to try to hold back the tide. Just when I was sure I couldn't take it another second, my baby stopped. "Whew! It's a good thing you stopped, sweetie," I told her. "Did you have the think of mangled baby ducks again?" she asked. My baby knows me so well. Even if I did look pretty good, when we entered the restaurant all eyes were on my amazing girlfriend. That tends to happen when you're a cheerful and beautiful woman who's 7'4" with cute freckles, big blue eyes and enormous breasts. Her full, round breasts were roughly twice as big as the average man's head. They did not look terribly out of proportion however because of Lotta's exceptionally broad shoulders. She was wearing a green strapless gown with a slit up the skirt that showed off both her heavily muscled arms and her sexy, long, muscular and shapely legs. She wore a big red bow in her short blonde hair. She looked so beautiful and powerful. The entire place - staff and patrons alike - stopped and looked at her in awe as we were shown to Richard's "usual" table. I had the added thrill of knowing that no matter how fantastically strong those watching might have imagined her to be, she was much, much stronger. Richard was sitting with a very attractive red head. Her hair was long and luxurious. Her green eyes sparkled as we approached. At first I wondered if this might have been his first wife with him. Richard stood up. "Lotta! How wonderful to see you again." He was tall and well built. He obviously kept in good shape. Even so when he went in to hug Lotta, his head only came up to her giant breasts. I was not intimidated by his handsome features or his buff body, however, because I'm handsome and in great shape myself. He looked to be about 6'2" which made him a couple inches shorter than me. When his female companion stood up, I noticed that she was tall - a couple of inches taller than me. She was wearing a beautiful red evening gown. She had a very attractive figure with ample breasts and what appeared to be a round, firm derriere. However, like every other woman in the world, she didn't hold a candle to my Lotta. Lotta introduced me to Richard. Richard said, "Lotta, you remember Irona." My sweetheart looked flabbergasted. "Wow, Irona, you've changed! I mean you've REALLY changed!" she blurted out. I didn't know if Lotta thought these changes were good or bab, but t wasn't like her to be so blunt. "How nice to see you again, Lotta," Irona said in a liquid cool voice. After we all sat down Richard explained. "Irona used to be my maid when we were kids." I was surprised to hear that because she didn't look a day over twenty. "Irona is a robot," Lotta added, "And she used to look a lot more like a robot." "Actually, Lotta, it would be more correct to say that I am an android," Irona corrected. "As you can see, I am quite human in appearance, and all parts of my body have been designed to perform the way a human female's body would perform only better." I was at a loss for words. I couldn't help but wonder if she meant it when she said "all parts" of her body performed like a human female's body. Richard must have known what I thinking because he looked at me slyly and said, "Yes! Andronics have come a long way in the last ten years. You'd be surprise what Irona can be programmed to do." "I am programmed to serve Master Richard in any way her desires," Irona explained. When she added, "Any way at all," she sounded more erotic than andronic. "I just decided that after my fourth divorce that something had to change," Richard explained. "That was getting expensive even for me, but obviously I am not the kind of man who likes to be alone. The answer seemed so obvious. Irona had been with me all those years...." "I am programmed to serve Master Richard in any way her desires," Irona repeated. I was pretty sure by this point that Richard was getting it on with his android companion. "And she'll never become a gold digging whore like my other wives." Lotta winced at this. "The way I heard it, Gloria didn't want any of your money when you two separated." "That's true," said Richard wistfully, "Sometimes I think letting her get away was a big mistake." "Yes, maybe it was," Lotta said perhaps a little bit too pointedly. Richard took Irona's hand. "But it all turned out fine; I'm with Irona now." Yes, Richard was definitely getting it on with his android companion. This was followed by several seconds of awkward silence. I was beginning to think this wasn't such a great idea. But then Richard changed the subject, and they started talking about Freckles and Pee Wee and someone named Cad-something, and the mood began to lighten. "Are you still in touch with Audrey and Dot?" Richard asked. "Yes, but now they go by Drey and Dee," Lotta explained. "You should see them. They both grew up to be knockouts!" "Speaking of knockouts, I saw how you subdued the Unbearable Bulk," Richard said. "I'd say that you're stronger than ever." "Oh yes, I am," she agreed without elaborating. My sweetie doesn't like to brag. "I wonder if you're as strong as Irona," Richard speculated. "Her android muscles are one hundred times stronger than normal human muscles." My baby may not like to brag, but that doesn't mean that I don't like bragging about her. I spoke up, "I'm sure that Irona is very strong, but I guarantee that my baby is much stronger." I knew that Lotta's muscles were much stronger than one hundred times normal human muscles. Plus, her muscles were a lot bigger than Irona's. "Really?" Richard sat up straighter. "Would you like to make a friendly wager?" I knew that Lotta wouldn't approve of anything like that. "I'm just a police officer," I explained. "I can't afford to bet with someone with your kind of money." "Hmmm, a second ago you sounded so sure...," he goaded, "How about if we just bet a small sum - say $10,000?" That much money was way more than I could afford to lose, and Richard knew it. On the other hand, this seemed like a sure thing. I knew without a doubt that my baby was stronger than his android. But there was also Lotta to consider. I was sure that she would not approve of me profiting from her power this way. She only liked to use her strength to rescue or protect people and to oppose the forces of evil. I was afraid that she would be mad if I went through with this. Normally I was not afraid of my sweetheart. I knew she loved me too much to ever intentionally hurt me. However, I'd never given her any reason to want to punish me before either. I thought it was smart to keep it that way. It seemed like the healthy choice. I told Richard that I didn't think making that kind of bet was a very good idea. "Yes, you're probably right," he said, but something about the way he agreed with me came off as sarcastic and condescending. I really wanted to bet him, but I was sure Lotta wouldn't approve. That's why I was so surprised when my super strong sweetie spoke up. "Wait a minute, Richard; are you saying that all I have to do is prove that I'm stronger than Irona and you'll give my boyfriend $10,000?" "Yes, but if it turns out that Irona is stronger then you -" "I wouldn't worry about that," Lotta interrupted. "What did you have in mind?" "How about something simple like an arm wrestling contest. We could do it right here at the table." "Make the bet, honey," she told me. "Are you sure?" I asked. This seemed so out of character. "Make the bet," she repeated so I made the bet. Lotta and Irona locked hands across the table. Richard counted, "One-two=three go!" and it was on. Irona's andronic arm tensed and she started pushing. Lotta looked as calm as she could be. Lotta held Irona's arm steady for a few seconds before slamming it with enough force to destroy the table. Afterwards we were shown to another table we ordered and ate. Richard clearly did not like losing so the rest of the evening was pretty tense. When we finished Lotta and Richard agreed that they'd have to get together again soon. I told Richard that it was nice meeting him. I wasn't sure what to say to Irona. I didn't know what the polite thing to with an android was. Should I treat her like a person or like an object? My sweetheart didn't seem to have the same dilemma I had. "It was nice seeing you again, Irona," she said. "Yes, Lotta, it was nice seeing you again to and meeting your boyfriend." I have to say that Irona's voice was not mechanical in the least. On the contrary it was quite sexy. I sort of grunted in Irona's direction and Lotta and I departed. On the way home I asked, "Why did you agree to arm wrestle her? You don't usually go in for that sort of thing." "I thought Richard needed to be taken down a peg or two. It made me mad the way he talked about Gloria." "The way his voice sounded, I kind of got the feeling that he was sorry to lose her," I observed. "He should be! She was a great girl. I think I'll give her a call; I wonder if Dee has her number." We drove on for another few minutes when Lotta said, "Do you know why else I agreed to arm wrestle Irona?" She didn't wait for me to answer before explaining, "I know it turns you on when I demonstrate my strength, so I thought I'd put on a little demonstration." "Was she a challenge at all?" I asked. "She was very strong, but she was no challenge for me," Lotta replied. "I think that Richard might have been a little off when he said that her muscles were one hundred times stronger than a regular Human's muscles." "You don't think she was that strong?" "No, I meant that I think she was a little stronger than that." "But she wasn't a challenge for you?" I asked. Even though I know intellectually that Lotta's strength is off the charts immense, hearing her talk about it still makes me swoon. "Honey, I could have let her use the strength in both arms and both legs and it still wouldn't have made a difference. I only hope I didn't hurt Irona's feelings. She was always very nice to all of Richard's friends when we were kids." "But... Do you really think that an android or a robot or whatever actually has feelings?" I asked. "I don't know," she replied, "But I'd rather assume she does and be wrong than assume she doesn't and be wrong. You know what I mean?" I know that I talk a lot about how beautiful and awesome and sexy and strong my girlfriend is, but the thing I love most about her is her kind and generous heart. When we got home, Lotta "requested" that I get naked and wait for her in bed. She came in a few minutes later wearing sexy lacey lingerie. She began posing for me. She alternated between poses designed to show off the sexy contours of her luscious feminine body and poses that showed off her sexy massive muscles. "Nobody is stronger than you are they, sweetheart?" I asked. "No, baby, I'm stronger than anybody." "I'm stronger than the strongest superhero." "I'm can easily defeat the biggest monsters." "I can lift mountains." "I can crush entire armies." "I can topple a fifty story steel and concrete build with one mighty punch." "Do you know the only thing that makes me weak, baby?" "What?" I asked. "My love for you, baby." Before she came over and got into our enormous bed she did one last massive muscle flex. Every mighty muscle on her powerhouse body swelled until the sexy lingerie she was wearing was torn away from her glorious body and she was standing before me in naked splendor. She crawled beside me and laid down. "Climb on top of me, lover." I did. She placed her hands on the pillow over her head. Her gigantic muscles bulged like massive boulders. "Pin my arms to the bed," she instructed. I did. "Keep me pinned to the bed while you fuck my big soft tits," she pleaded. "Hold me down, conquer me and take me as your helpless captive!" Knowing that she was (I don't know, like) a thousand times stronger than me only made this (I don't know, like) a thousand times hotter! "Feel your hard cock between my titanic tits! I want you to cum - to explode - all over my huge, soft-but-firm tits, my conqueror! Explode! EXPLODE!" So I exploded. Then she made me explode two more times before I passed out from sheer blissful exhaustion. The next day she did call Gloria - it turned out the Dee did have her number - and invited her over for a visit. When she got there, I immediately understood where Richard got the design for Irona's beautiful face. In fact, Irona was pretty much an oversized version of Gloria. Whereas Irona was between 6'6" and 6'8", Gloria was around 5'4". As I described before, Irona has a very nice figure and so does Gloria. I'd estimate Gloria's breasts to be DD-cups. I'm beginning to wonder if there was something in the water in the neighborhood where Lotta grew up because so far all the women I've met from there have more than ample breasts with Lotta's breasts completely off the charts. Gloria and Lotta hugged and talked about old times. Eventually the conversation turned to Richard. "What happened?" asked Lotta. "You and Richard always seemed so perfect together." "I thought we were, but as he grew old - I'm not sure he ever grew up - he began to change. As a kid, even though his parents spoiled him rotten and he always got anything he wanted, he was still a sweet and humble boy." "I know; I remember," said Lotta. "He was always nice to me despite my weight issues. He was also the only one who could take me to the ice cream parlor and afford to buy enough ice cream to fill me up." Gloria's face turned colder. "As strange as it sounds, I think that something snapped when Richard's butler died. I think that he somehow kept Richard grounded. After he died, there didn't seem to be anything to keep Richard from completely giving into his baser impulses. I know I couldn't." "Wow," Lotta injected. "He became more and more competitive. He became obsessed with having the biggest house and the fasted car - that sort of thing. The final straw was when he stated pressuring me to have plastic surgery. I guess he wanted to make sure he had the prettiest wife." "But that's insane! You're gorgeous!" Lotta asserted. "But no longer good enough for Richard," Gloria retorted. "What kind of plastic surgery?" I asked. "You name it," said Gloria, "He wanted me to have bigger breasts, a rounder ass, higher cheekbones and on and on." "Well, he must have liked something about you considering that he designed his female android companion to look exactly like a taller version of you," I pointed out. "He what?" Gloria asked. "Didn't you know?" asked Lotta. When she saw that Gloria didn't, she explained how Richard had changed Irona from a more traditional looking robot into a beautiful female android. "Oh my God, he actually did it," said Gloria, "He always joked that if he could turn Irona into a real woman that he would. I guess he got as close as possible." "You don't think that they're... you know. Do you?" Lotta asked. Only "If it's at all possible they are," Gloria declared. "He finally got what he wanted - a gorgeous woman that he could completely control that will never get old. And if he grows tired of the way she looks, he can just redesign her." "She is a gorgeous woman," Lotta confirmed, "Because she looks just like you only bigger, Gloria." "I guess that's something," Gloria said. "You... you still love him, don't you?" Lotta asked. "I still love the boy I fell in love with all those years ago. I'm not sure there's any of him left unfortunately." "But if Richard always has to have the biggest, the fastest and the most beautiful like you say, Lotta proved that he didn't have the most powerful girlfriend," I said. Lotta told Gloria about the bet we made with Richard. "You didn't go through with it, did you? You didn't beat Irona?" "Of course I did," replied Lotta, "You know I don't like to brag, but I'm even stronger than I was when I was when I was littler." "Oh, I'm afraid that was a mistake," Gloria said. She went on and on about what a sore loser Richard had become. "I'm afraid this isn't over." Lotta and Gloria visited some more. Before Gloria left they made plans to get together soon with Dee and Drey. "What about Gwendolyn?" Gloria asked, "Do you have any idea what happened to her?" "No," replied Lotta, "I'm not even sure if she still lives in this dimension." Someday I definitely have to have a looooonnnnnnnng talk with my baby. After Gloria left, Lotta said, "I'm concerned about what Gloria said about Richard being a sore loser and this not being over." "What are you worried about? He can't do anything to you." "It's not me I'm worried about," she said. The word "dummy" at the end of that sentence was unspoken but clearly implied. "I'm worried about you." "Me? What can he do to me?" She let out an exasperated puff. "He has a great many resources at his disposal. He could do a lot of things to you!" "You know, sweetie, I'm not exactly helpless. I'm pretty good at taking care of myself." "I know you are against a normal adversary. But someone with Richard's resources could be considered a super-villain if he turned those resources against you." I didn't really think that there was anything to worry about, but I could see that she needed some consoling. I went over to hug her. I rested my head in her gigantic breasts which, believe me, NEVER gets old, and I said, "Don't worry, honey; whatever he tries to do, I'm sure you'll be there to protect me." She picked me up under my arms and raised me to her lips. She kissed me sweetly and said, "You think you're cute, don't you?" "Don't you think I'm cute?" I asked. "Yes," she replied and carried me into the bedroom. Several weeks went by, and we kind of forgot about Richard. He still hadn't paid me the $10,000 he owed me, and I'd pretty much given up on it. Then out of nowhere he called Lotta on the phone and asked if we'd meet him at a big park in the center of the city. "Did he mention the ten grand?" I asked. "No, he just said it was important." "Did he say if he was bringing Irona with him?" "No, but I assume he is. When we were children she was his bodyguard as well as his maid." I was not thrilled. This was the first day Lotta and I had off together in some time. If I wasn't getting the $10,000 he owed me, I didn't especially want to hang out with him. I went for my sweetie's sake. Despite everything she still considered Richard a close childhood friend. She was very soft hearted and sentimental that way. When we got to the park Richard was sitting alone on a park bench near a secluded open area with some big trees and bushes scattered around. "Hey, Richard, what's so important?" Lotta asked him. "I was wondering if you'd give me a chance to win my money back - double or nothing." I spoke up. "Hey, Richard, listen. Why don't we forget the whole thing? Things got a little out of hand before. Who cares which one of us has the strongest..." I wasn't sure what to call Irona. Was it appropriate to call her his girlfriend? I finally settled on "friend". "What's the matter? Are you afraid to let me try to get my money back?" he asked. "Afraid? Listen, Richard, I'm trying to be the bigger man. I don't have to do you any favors. You owe me ten grand." "Ha! Ten grand is nothing to me. It's chicken feed! I wipe my ass with ten grand!" "I didn't come down here to hear about your questionable hygiene habits," I quipped. "Lotta, how could a woman as magnificent as you have settled for a coward like this? If you'd have played your cards right, I might have made you wife #5." Richard said. I knew it all along. "What about Irona?" Lotta asked. "Irona's a nice plaything to have around, but she's not a person. She's property." "Hasn't that been the problem all along," Lotta asked, "Haven't you treated all your former wives like property?" "What if I did? They were lucky that I even bothered with them!" "This is bullshit," I said. Let's go Lotta." I turned to walk away. "Don't turn your back on Master Richard," a voice spoke out behind me. It sounded like Irona's voice only fuller and more resonant. I turned around in time to see her stepping out from behind some tall bushes. "Meet the new and improved Irona," Richard said. She still had Gloria's pretty face, but she was substantially bigger than before. She had been crouching behind the bushed, but when she stood all the way up she must have been a full ten feet tall. She also had much bigger muscles and breasts. I don't mean that her muscles and breasts were merely bigger because her entire body was bigger. Her breasts and muscles were now much bigger in proportion to her overall body size than they were before. In fact, they were bigger even than Lotta's breasts and muscles. I think that was the point. Once again what Gloria said about Richard always wanting the biggest, the fastest and the most beautiful came to mind. She was dressed incongruously in a short yellow sun dress that showed off savage cleavage and the muscular arms and legs of a titan. "Her body is now made of space age synthetic organics. She's more human than ever, and her muscles are three times stronger than before. As you can see, her muscles are also much bigger. She makes Lotta look puny by comparison." "Great! Good! I'm happy for you, Richard. If this is what you want then fine. But I'm not in the mood to play today. Keep your money. I'm going home." Irona stepped forward. "You're not going anywhere until Master Richard tells you that you can leave," she said. She reached out with her massive hand and grabbed my left arm. She hoisted me high into the air like I was a baby. I could tell that if she applied just a little more pressure that my arm would be crushed. Lotta stepped up. "Irona, I've known you for a long time, and I've always liked you. But if you don't let go of my boyfriend RIGHT NOW, I'm going to be forced to resort to violence." "Is that what you want, Master Richard - for me to fight Lotta?" "Yes," Richard replied, "I want you to prove to them that I have the strongest, prettiest girlfriend of all." "Okay," said Lotta. "I'll fight you, but let's keep this just between the women. Leave the men out of it." Irona put me down gently. I looked at my sexy, strong girlfriend. "Kick her android ass!" I shouted. Irona doubled up her massive fist and threw it right at my sweetie's head. Lotta ducked under her punch. She squatted down with her powerful legs and sprang back up with her right fist held over her head. She flew up and her fist connected hard with the underside of Irona's chin throwing the female android sailing fifteen feet off the ground and thirty feet back. Irona could take it though. She was almost immediately back on her feet and running at Lotta with a speed that no Olympic sprinter could hope to match. Lotta stood her ground and when Irona reached her, Lotta came across with a right hook that again sent Irona flying off her feet and into a large nearby tree. Irona hit the tree with so much force that the trunk let out an audible crack. I actually thought the tree might fall. Irona got up again, but not as quickly this time. Again she went on the offensive. Again, Lotta sent her flying - this time with a left jab. As big and as obviously strong as Irona was, she was simply no match for my gigantically strong girlfriend. Lotta wasn't lying when she said she could lift mountains and knock down buildings with one punch. I believed Richard when he said how strong Irona was. I'm sure that Irona was stronger than the Unbearable Bulk. She might even be stronger than Superior Man. But she still couldn't compare with the strength of my sweet and beautiful girlfriend. Every time Lotta knocked her down, Irona got back up and attacked. However each time she got back up she was a little slower and a little shakier. Her body may have been made of artificial materials, but the beating she was receiving was taking its toll on her. I looked at Richard and said, "This is pointless. She can't win. For Irona's sake tell her to stop." "NO!" he shouted. "Irona never gets tired. Eventually Lotta will wear out and my Irona will triumph." Meanwhile, Lotta knocked Irona down again. "Stay down," Lotta pleaded. "You can't beat me." Irona looked at Richard. "What should I do, Master?" "How can you even ask that?" he cried, "Get up and kill that bitch!" That was it! I couldn't take it any longer. Irona was fighting her heart out for this bastard, and he couldn't care less. All he cared about was some pointless concept of "winning". I know that she's an android, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings. (Or does it? I so confused by this A.I. crap.) Anyway, I got so mad that I punched Richard in the face and knock him on his ass. "How do you like it, asshole?" This may have been a mistake because this time when Irona got up she didn't go after Lotta; she came for me. "You... you struck Master Richard! I'll kill you for that!" she shouted. The rage in her eyes made me believe two things: that she did have feeling and that she truly intended to kill me. It's a good thing for me that my super strong protector was there. Lotta placed herself between Irona and me and said, "The only way you're going to get to him is to go through me. Irona let her right fist do the talking. She hit Lotta in the face with a right cross that would have shattered a redwood. Lotta winced. This is the first expression of physical pain I've ever seem Lotta display. "No matter what you do, Lotta, I'm going to kill him for what he did to Master Richard. No matter how badly you beat me, I'm going to keep coming for him. Eventually you'll make a mistake if only for a second, and I'll get to him. And when I do, he's dead. HE'S DEAD!" "And there's nothing I can do to dissuade you?" Lotta asked. "Nothing!" Lotta swept her right fist back in a mighty wind up and jumped up at the same time. Her fist hit Irona with an uppercut that sent her flying fifty feet straight up. When Lotta's feet were back on the ground, she braced herself and got ready for another mighty punch. When Irona fell to Lotta's shoulder level she belted her with the most powerful left cross she'd ever thrown. It sent Irona flying sideways into a clump of tree forty feet away. Irona flew right through several trees which came crashing down all around us. Luckily Lotta shielded Richard and I with her powerful body so that we were not injured. The trees bounced off her super powerful body. We waited a minute or two to see if Irona would emerge. When she didn't Lotta said, "We better go see if she's okay." Lotta and I started to walk that way. I turned around and said, "Aren't you coming?" to Richard. "Why should I? She failed me." For a second I thought I would kill the son-of-a-bitch. Lotta went over and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and lifted him up. "You're coming, and you're going to apologize to her for calling her your property. My God, Richard! What happened to the friend I used to know?" He didn't reply. Instead he sulked. When we got to the felled trees, Irona was buried under several of them. All we could see was one leg sticking out, and it was badly gnarled. Lotta looked at me. "I'm going to get these threes off of her, but you heard what she said earlier so watch out just in case she's still able to get up." But I knew that Irona was never getting up again. I don't know what process Richard used to transfer her personality into new bodies, but I was pretty sure that Irona had reached the end of her programming. Lotta tossed the big tree trunks aside and revealed the rest of Irona's twisted, broken body. She definitely wasn't getting back up this time. She was barely awake. Since she didn't sleep, this could only mean that she was on the verge of a full system shutdown. Lotta had tears in her eyes. I looked at Richard. He wouldn't look at her at first. Instead he continued to sulk. Then he finally did look down at her, and his face began to change. It went from petulance to shock to concern to sadness to regret. He knelt down beside his android lover's side. "Irona! Irona! Speak to me...." She barely opened her eyes. "Master Richard, I'm sorry... I failed you." "No, Irona, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm just so sorry." Tears began to fill his eyes as well. "I've been such a fool." "Don't cry, Master Richard. I don't know where an android's soul goes when it dies. I don't even know if I have a soul, but I must have a heart because I know I... love... yoooouu...." She passed away like a clock slowly winding down. "God damn you, Richard!" Lotta shouted. "Why did you make me do that? Why? What was the point?" But he couldn't speak. He was too overcome with grief. Perhaps he realized at last that Irona wasn't just another thing he owned. Perhaps in the end he understood that maybe - just maybe - he loved her too. I took Lotta's hand and we went back home. We spent the rest of that afternoon and all night in bed holding each other close and thanking God that we still had each other. ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­_____________________________________ Dang! That story kind of took a dark turn didn't it? I swear that wasn't my original intention. What did you think? Did you like the ending? I'm inviting you to share your thoughts. 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