Stig quickly jumped off and fixed his gaze on the pavement, walking briskly with his shoulders hunched, daring himself not to look up again until the bus had driven away. However it didn't depart immediately and the midget, aided by the security of being free from the confines of public transport, found himself yielding to temptation and slowly raising his gaze towards the vehicle's rear. Sure enough, his tormentors were all sitting up on the backseat, beadily observing him. The greasy unkempt lad snarled and flicked his fingers in a manner redolent of Sid Vicious, his green-haired mate doing the same. The females both leered at the midget, the one with the pink hair lunging out her tongue with the vivacity of an ill-disposed child, the goth licking her lips salaciously. It was this girl who Stig glared at the longest, angry that notwithstanding all her obscene gesturing, somebody of such status would never stoop so low as to have sex with a midget, especially one who barely came up to her knees. He glanced down at his corduroys and saw that they were already several inches below his waist, and he was unpleasantly conscious of the gooey clamminess around his groin. The bus's engine revved, and the midget didn't know what compelled him as he lowered his trousers further, tentatively at first, however when the vehicle started moving he acted with haste, stepping into the road and thrusting them down, standing on the pot-holed tarmac with them heaped all over his crappy little shoes. Although they were some distance now he could still make out the youngsters, concentrating directly on the two girls, and for an exceptionally short yet undeniable moment, he caught the looks on their faces, their wide eyes and gaping mouths; heads incredulously turning towards one another and pointing fingers raised. Pointing at a sight that they would never forget, for they'd seen him in Pampers, and as the bus reached the corner, he couldn't resist assuming an attitude of mock triumph, striking a victorious pose in the prevailing gloom, standing with legs apart and arms to the heavens, as if in spite of all his wretchedness, he was still alive. ALIVE! In a baby's disposable nappy.