It must have been more than two hours before Stig eventually heard his Mistress's footsteps advancing down the hall. He hadn't done any sleeping as such, instead he had lied almost motionless in the gloomy silence of this most unusual of nurseries, his mind turning to the rest of the building, picturing all the vandalism and drug abuse, burglaries and rape. Mistress Nemesis didn't switch the light on when re-entering the room, although her cool features were partially illuminated through the moonlight. "Alright Stiggy?" she said, leaning over his cot as if she were a young mum checking on her baby. However the nature of her subsequent enquiry would have been highly disturbing if it were to occur between mother and son.
    "You cummed those Pampers yet?" she asked bluntly, her face a wide warm smile as she regarded the midget.
    Stig was decidedly reticent in responding, shaking his head and saying nothing.
    "Good," she said, twiddling her fingers impatiently on the cot's wooden framework. "Mind if I hold you?"
    The midget didn't put up any resistance as she unfastened his restraints then gently lifted him out, bringing him close to her, holding him as if he were a real baby, his left hand inadvertently brushing against her boobs. They stood in the moonlit solitude together, for all the world a mother and child.