She knew that he’d accept his bottle of juice and suckle it the moment she gave it to him the next day. He wouldn’t be able to help himself; his own bodily needs would betray him.
Andrew awoke in the morning with a foggy, drug-clouded head and a cold soggy diaper. He was horribly thirsty. His blankie had been thrown to the side as he thrashed in his sleep and the teddy bear that Krystyn had tucked in at his side was lying against the rails of the crib. Andrew’s crotch and anus itched horribly and every time he moved; the pain from his irritated skin was unbearable. Andrew could smell the sharp reek of ammonia from the spoiled pee being exuded from his diaper.