Why didn't he just use the Pampers? Bite the bullet and put their super-absorbent properties to the test. After all, he had already steeped them in love juice - an excretion of which the manufacturers hadn't probably bargained on them ever coming into contact with - so why not utilize them for their intended purpose? However Stig didn't want to know what his Mistress would do to him if he had the temerity to not only turn up late, but to be wearing a pissed-filled nappy to boot. He blamed those punks on the bus, resentfully conjecturing that if they hadn't boarded, he would have stayed on and would probably be in the 'safety' of his Dominatrix's flat by now.
    Rounding yet another corner, the midget was awash with relief on encountering a building he finally recognized, for looming up in front of him was the tall, dark, monumentally ugly edifice that, in times gone by, had functioned as the local vulcanizing plant. It was visible from Mistress Nemesis's flat although he had never approached it at ground level. The Dominatrix had once remarked on a client of hers who used to labour there: a snub, balding, weasily little man in his mid thirties. He was a hopeless inadequate with a gamut of embarrassing proclivities. When they were first introduced Mistress Nemesis was still in her teens, a recent school-leaver toiling in the pandemonium of one of Riggerswell's innumerable typing pools, supplementing her meagre earnings via working for a glorified knocking shop every Friday night. 'Tit for Tat' had mercifully been demolished a long time ago but many folk still recall its fearsome line in hardcore S&M. For Mistress Nemesis, undertaking the much-maligned profession of sex-worker was a necessity as opposed to some silly attention-seeking venture a ditzy co-ed might embark on for a laugh.
    The 'Terror Tower' was visible over the rooftop of a dilapidated bingo hall at the end of the next street and Stig found himself breaking into a run, tearing along with his palms pressed tight against his crotch, foolishly assuming that this idiotic gesture would serve him sufficiently in preventing the gallons of urine from spilling forth.