‘Night night, baby.’ She dresses him up in laces and frills - he’s small enough that he can wear baby clothes, little white christening gowns that are easy to stain - and she makes sure he’s ready every Tuesday and Friday, before Leader comes. ‘Sleep tight, baby.’ Sometimes on those days people come up to the office and she has to tell them, ‘The Leader is in a meeting right now. You’ll have to come back later.’ And, if you’re going to aruge semantics, Leader is in a meeting; his fingers meet skin, his cock meets the child’s pretty red mouth. ‘Don’t let the bedbugs bite, baby.’ On Mondays and Wednesdays and Thursdays and Saturdays and Sundays, the little doll sleeps and dreams and wakes up with tears on his cheeks.
