In-Between Chapters 22 and 23 by Sofia Hammerstein

Cameron Sylvester has grown up always hoping he'll live up to the heritage of his mother's family height. She was a ten-foot-tall Big, after all, and his father was a tall Mid, which meant it shouldn't have been a question that he would grow out of the Little category of height early on. A bright student, he's been at the top of his class in science and math throughout his academic career! Looking toward his high school graduation and towards college, he's received scholarships to attend Emerson University. it's a question of inches if he'll be left to the fate of being a Little with a limited future or manage to make a future as a short 'Betweener.' Even as a Betweener, the question remains to be seen if he can be a normal adult or if he'll be left 'In-Between.'  (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: In-Between © 2020-2026 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Chapter 22: Fugitive Little Act
 

“I’M JULIA FAIRBANKS, Your Honor, from Little Protective Services. Lilibeth is a fugitive Little, so it’s standard procedure to restrain her to prevent further escape attempts, Your Honor.”

“It may be standard procedure elsewhere, but it will not be in my courtroom. Mrs. Tully, can you be respectful of court decorum if I order Mrs. Fairbanks to remove that gag?”

I watched as the woman nodded quickly.

“Mrs. Fairbanks, remove that inhumane torture device that you all try and say is a pacifier, the swaddle blanket, and those leg cuffs and any other restraints I can’t see. You will then place her in a booster seat over by her attorney.”

“Your Honor…” Reinhardt’s attorney wanted to argue.

“This is my courtroom. Choose your next words wisely,” Judge Jones cooly told him.

He shut up, and I watched as the poor woman was placed into the seat wearing nothing but a pink onesie that barely covered her thick diaper. I noted that it seemed to be dry and clean, at least. “Thank you, Your Honor,” she said to her when she was seated.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Tully.”

The bailiff was about to introduce the attorney again when Judge Jones said, “From here on out, I expect a level of respect to be granted for Mrs. Tully. Notice I said Tully and not Dane. We are not in the State of Ames right now, and really this isn’t about being in the State of New Haven. This is the 3rd District Court, which will be my ruling throughout this case.”

“Mr. Ingleton, presenting on the case,” was finally called once a moment of silence settled over the room.

“Thank you, and may it please the court, I am James Ingleton representing Henry Reinhardt and Elizabeth Dane in the recovery of the woman referred to in this court as Lilibeth Tully, but previously Lilibeth Dane as adopted by my client ten years ago. At that time, the municipal court of Oak City made a determination that Lilibeth Dane had demonstrated she was presenting a clear case of Maturosis after she pooped her panties in the grocery store where she worked. Ms. Dane happened to be shopping in the store. She found her panties a hygienic mess of fresh poop stains, so she cleaned her up and adopted her to re-raise her as is the normal guidance by health professionals.”

He paused, “After four years of care, Lilibeth was abducted from a park she was playing at by a man who is unfortunately still at large today. Ms. Dane went to the police, federal authorities, and others to locate her, but every attempt failed. When Mr. Reinhardt’s respected services became available, she used them. Within six months, he believed he had found her in New Haven. Once he had positively identified her via fingerprints and facial recognition software, he attempted to rescue the girl to take her back home to her mother. The authorities unlawfully entered this custody dispute and placed her with LPS pending this hearing. Per the Fugitive Little Act of the Constitution, she should be remanded to Ms. Dane’s custody immediately following this hearing. However, Ms. Dane does not require her babies to return to Ames; they may stay with their daddy here in New Haven.”

Only then did I notice the woman in a tasteful business suit immediately behind their counsel’s table. I could see tear marks on her face and guessed that must have been the bitch of an Amazon. On the other side, I noticed that Mrs. Tully had her husband, who looked just an inch shorter than me. He was sitting there looking aghast at the whole affair.

“The FLA promotes the well-being of all adopted Littles, regardless of the State they are in when they are found. The Supreme Court has repeatedly ruled over the past century that nothing impacts a parent’s rights from reclaiming their Little who has been kidnapped or escaped, and that any bounty hunters that seek them out must not be impeded in any manner.”

I felt my stomach turn at his arguments and correctly quoted laws. Each State had adopted its own laws pertaining to Littles… Ames, I had discovered, along with Calisota, where Selegnasol was located, was pretty much the worst. New Haven was probably the best for avoiding adoptions, but once you were adopted, it was one of the strictest to get out of them besides those two. The other two were under the jurisdiction of different courts. Still, the law of the land was that a ‘found’ Little had to be returned.

I was grateful when the bastard attorney’s red light turned on, and I looked up to see Judge Jones looking decidedly grim. Mrs. Tully’s attorney was called up then.

“Thank you, and may it please the court; I am Douglas Adams, representing Mr. Brian Tully and his wife, Lilibeth. This case represents more than a simple rule of law, Your Honor; it represents a situation where following the letter of the law will lead to immoral consequences. Mrs. Tully was abused badly when she was in the custody of her tormentor, Ms. Dane. She was regularly left alone to stew in diapers that weren’t changed for days at a time, repeatedly beaten with paddles and canes, and fed only pureed meals of food that truly didn’t meet her minimum caloric needs. During her time with Ms. Dane, she went from being one hundred pounds, a healthy weight for her size, to losing forty percent of her body mass and only being a malnourished sixty-one pounds when she was treated at a hospital here in New Haven after her escape. She received beatings so severe that X-Rays show the healed fractures from no less than seven broken arms and legs over the four years she was held captive.”

The other attorney squirmed a bit but bit his tongue. Ms. Dane didn’t, though, “That’s not true! I only kept her in a poopy diaper when she was a really bad girl! And as a time-out because she kept hitting me!”

Judge Jones brought her gavel down, “Order! If you can’t keep quiet, ma’am, I will have you removed from the courtroom.”

“Please resume Mr. Adams,” she told him.

“Fortunately, she contacted an operative specializing in helping abused Littles escape bad situations. We believe that should Mrs. Tully be forced to return with Ms. Dane, she will enact severe beatings, mutilations, and consequences upon Mrs. Tully as revenge for her escape. Furthermore, beyond Mrs. Tully, there is her family to consider. She is raising two beautiful baby girls with her husband, whom she legally married in Hartford…”

For the next bit, I watched as her attorney didn’t dispute the law but attempted to humanize Mrs. Tully to maybe make it possible for Judge Jones to find a way to rule in her favor. To her credit, by her questions, it appeared that she was trying to find an out through the law in any way she could. Finally, after she finished questioning both sides, she spoke. “Due to the circumstances of this case, I will render a ruling after a thirty-minute recess.”

I noticed that the attorney for Ms. Dane seemed surprised by that. Judge Jones waved at Kathy and me, “I’d like to see you in my chambers,” she mouthed.

The two of us jumped up, followed her quickly to her office, and sat down in the chairs she pointed to. “I think it would be completely unjust to return that poor woman to Ms. Dane, but the law is the law… Any ideas?”

I’d had an idea bubbling in my head after something Ms. Dane’s attorney had said, “The statute doesn’t give a specific time frame, does it?”

She looked at me with wide eyes and pulled the statute up on a screen we could all read at the side of her desk.

Fugitive Little Act:

SEC. 3. And be it also enacted, That when a person held to a diagnosis of Maturosis in any of the United States, under the laws thereof, shall escape into any other part of the said States or Territory, the person to whom such adoption has been made, their agent or attorney, is hereby empowered to seize or arrest such fugitive from care, and to take him or her before any Judge of the Circuit or District Courts of the United States, residing or being within the State, and upon proof to the satisfaction of such Judge or magistrate, either by oral testimony or affidavit taken before and certified by a magistrate of any such State or Territory, that the person so seized or arrested, doth, under the laws of the State or Territory from which he or she fled, owe their caregiving to the person claiming him or her, it shall be the duty of such Judge or magistrate to give a certificate thereof to such claimant, his agent, or attorney, which shall be sufficient warrant for removing the said fugitive from adoption to the State or Territory from which he or she fled.

“It certainly implies it’s immediate,” Kathy said.

“True, but it doesn’t say it in black and white,” I replied.

“What are you thinking?” Judge Jones asked me.

“Well… What if you said that you will issue the proper warrant to return Mrs. Tully, but only when she no longer has any children below the age of their majority.”

“Buy her seventeen years?” Kathy said. “That doesn’t seem like a true solution… And I don’t know that it would be upheld on another appeal?”

“Interesting… Could actually be longer though … She could have more children?” Judge Jones mused. “Ms. Dane is already fifty-five… she might be able to outlast her.”

I nodded, “That’s possible.”

“Any other ideas?” she asked me.

“What about you choosing to rule Mrs. Tully as emancipated?”

“You can’t do that, can you?” Kathy said to her.

“Does she meet the criteria?” Judge Jones asked… “She’s clearly supporting herself financially… Lives apart from Ms. Dane just fine, has her high school diploma, and I would say from the reports from her lawyer can make decisions just fine…”

“Problem is her potty training?” Kathy said as she flipped through a folder.

“What?” I asked.

“It says here while she’s been in LPS care, she’s only been using her diapers; she hasn’t even tried to use the potty once.”

“How much of that is really her fault, though?” I found myself asking in stereo with Judge Jones. We both looked at each other.

“I think I know what I’m going to do… for now… Let’s get back to the courtroom.”

We entered just before her and were still standing when the bailiff called for everyone to rise. She sat down and got straight to the point as she gaveled the case back in session. “This case is a difficult one that pulls at many controversies within our society. On the one hand, we have a girl who was determined nearly a decade ago to be incapable of caring for herself after she had poopy panties in the grocery store she worked. She was clearly cared for by an abusive adopted mother for the next four years. That abuse is something I believe should carry some weight in this decision. Mrs. Tully clearly is a good mother by all reports I have in front of me, and she loves and cares for her one- and two-year-old babies very well. Her husband has a good job, they have a home, and she clearly is capable of making good decisions.”

She shuffled through some papers, “According to the relevant code, I have received proof that Mrs. Tully is the Little that Ms. Dane adopted. Per the code, I am supposed to grant a warrant to Ms. Dane or her agents to carry out a return of her to Ames, where she lives. Per this code, I am issuing said warrant,” my heart fell. Tears fell immediately upon Mrs. Tully’s face, “that shall be enforceable only after Mrs. Tully no longer has any children below the age of their majority.”

“What?” Ms. Dane’s attorney shouted.

“Order!” She gaveled. “Per that order, Mrs. Ames is to be released on her own recognizance. Ms. Dane and her agents and Little Protective Services are ordered not to approach within five-hundred yards of her or her family until the warrant becomes enforceable. Court is adjourned!” The strike of her gavel resulted in a lot of confused chatter around the courtroom.

She stood and paused, “Mr. Adams, I would like to see you and your clients in my chambers in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes, Your Honor,” he shouted over the top of a loud roar of conversation happening.

There seemed to be a total uproar in the room over her decision. “That’s not going to make her very popular,” Kathy said as we followed Judge Jones to her chambers.

“It was a just decision, though,” I told her.

She sighed, “Yeah, I doubt it holds up to the Appeals process.”

“Somehow, I suspect that is part of why she wants to meet them in chambers,” I told her.

“What do you think her plan is?”

“I’m not sure she has one more than letting a mother be with her babies as long as she can,” I told her.

Judge Jones had Kathy wait outside but invited me into her chambers and pointed to a chair beside a small couch in the office for me to sit on. When the attorney and the two Littles came in, they climbed up on the sofa beside the lawyer. Mrs. Tully was still dressed in the awful onesie, and the diaper was now uncomfortably sagging.

“Your Honor,” he said and shook her hand. “I don’t understand where this ruling came from, but we’re grateful for your mercy here.”

“I can’t lie to you and say it’s not going to cause problems, but the medical reports alone tell me that you should never have been with that woman,” she told Mrs. Tully. “As far as where it came from, it was an elegant solution from my intern, who’s in his first day here.” She nodded to me.

“You are?”

“Cameron Sylvester, sir,” I told him.

“You’ve graduated school already?”

“I’m getting ready for my third year at Harlan,” I told him.

“Impressive… Not many lawyers your size out there, but if you have a brain like this, I have a feeling you’ll do quite well for yourself. Your Honor, we’d like to get the Tully’s home to their kids; what did you wish to see us about?”

“Well, I can guarantee that within twenty-four hours, there will be an appeal to the Supreme Court on this ruling.” She told him, “And if I had to guess, they will probably wish to take this case up on their docket. I would wager it’s an eighty-percent chance that they strike down my ruling and demand that the warrant be executed immediately. The only way I see forward is for your client to be emancipated.”

He nodded, “That would solve the problem in theory…”

“But as soon as I was taken by LPS, they did something to my bladder and bowels… I’m worse off than before I escaped,” Mrs. Tully looked terrified.

“A condition which you will have a medical diagnosis behind within a day, won’t you, Mr. Adams?”

“Your Honor?”

“I’m giving you a letter stating that, in my opinion, Mrs. Tully is not suffering from Maturosis and has demonstrated she can care for herself and meet all requirements of an emancipation ruling. You need a doctor to sign off on the incontinence caused by abuse and a medical issue. From there, you should be able to apply for an emancipation ruling with the support of my document. I recommend placing a request in Judge Mercer’s docket before you leave today. Find that doctor, and you should be able to get everything squared away before the appeal is filed. It’ll still be heard, but I believe the emancipation will make it a moot question.”

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Mr. Tully said, “I didn’t know how I was going to go on without her.”

“I hope you don’t have to figure that out for many more years! If the higher court doesn’t accept an appeal, it might not be a bad idea for you two to have a few additional kids, though. You should be completely free if you can have kids under eighteen until your former mother passes away.”

Mrs. Tully broke down in tears in her husband’s arms at that statement. After the door was closed, I watched them leave and asked, “Will it really work?”

She shrugged, “It might, it might not, but in the end, it was the most just decision to make in a case full of immoral options.”
 
 

Chapter 23: Why?
 

WHEN WE WALKED downstairs an hour later to her car, I couldn’t help but wonder what she had been thinking. She opened the door in the back for me, and I climbed onto the booster seat. It was a faded purple backless booster, and that morning she’d apologized that it was the only one she still had from her daughter. I had just shrugged but noted that the padding was quite worn! She’d told me that until the end of Jenny’s eighth-grade year of middle school, she had forced her daughter to sit in it. Only then did she have a final growth spurt that got her over the line further to eight feet and fully legal to not use it.

I sighed.

“What’s that sigh about?” she asked me.

“Honestly, trying to process today? I really expected to be watching some cases today and maybe reading briefs like this morning… Why…?”

She was at a stoplight and looked at me in the rearview mirror, “Why what?”

“I guess there’s multiple… Why do we even have these slave laws as a part of our constitution? Why does someone like that have to live in fear of being kidnapped and taken from her children as some sort of fake baby?” I grimaced, hoping I wasn’t offending her, “And… I guess I’m wondering, why did you help her?”

She nodded as she pressed the gas pedal. “Well, the constitutional amendment about slavery, as you refer to it, was a direct consequence of our country discovering the new race not long after the last century began… I agree with you that it should be gone. The problem is there’s no way to make that happen without another constitutional amendment. I am doubtful that enough states would ever consider ratifying that amendment, even if it did pass through Congress…”

I sighed, “I’m definitely aware of that. I’m also aware of the Maturosis decisions that have come down about Littles and even Mids, but that doesn’t make it right?”

She shook her head, “It’s not. You asked why did I help her?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

She laughed, “You’re going to have to stop the ma’am stuff when we get in the car to go home, Cameron. You’re too polite for your own good!” She laughed lightly.

We were heading out of the city proper, and she engaged the autopilot in the car before turning her seat around. A holographic display hovered in front of her so she could still monitor the vehicle, but it was a given, like my car, that it would drive itself just fine. “When I was about two, my mom adopted a Little, Charlotte. She renamed her and proceeded to diaper her and dress her exactly as I was. At the time, we were the same sizes, so Mom bought two of everything and dressed us like twins.

That went on for some time before Mom declared it was time for ‘us’ to be potty trained!” She sighed, “I was young, but I remember Mom making fun of Charlotte for having an accident while I sat on my potty and went like a good girl! Meanwhile, Charlotte’s training pants would be soaked or messy, and Mom would spank and berate her about being more of a baby than me.”

She wiped a tear from her eye, “I was potty trained in about a month, from what Mom told me. Charlotte was given one last set of training panties the day I was given my big girl panties. She was told if she could keep them clean and dry until bedtime, she would get to keep wearing training panties and using the potty like her big sis. If she didn’t, she’d go on a vacation from worrying about the potty.”

She sighed, “During dinner, she begged to get out of her highchair and use the potty, but Mom told her, ‘Big girls can hold it…’” I watched as she shook her head, “She didn’t stand a chance, though; my mom really just wanted a baby that never grew up – since she felt I had to. I felt so bad for her as she cried and was dressed in a diaper after dinner. The messy Pull-Up had doomed her…”

I watched her face grimace, and she wiped her eyes. “Ten years later, on my thirteenth birthday, we found her hung by the sheets in her crib, having finally had enough and committed suicide.”

“That’s awful,” I told her, “I’m sorry…”

She said, “Thanks… I think the fact that I was officially a teenager and really no longer a kid finally pushed her over the edge. To this day, my birthday is a day I mourn… I don’t celebrate it.”

“How did your mom take it?”

She laughed, clearly not thinking it was funny for real, “She found herself another Little. Immediately removed her ability to walk, talk, use the potty… It was awful! She didn’t want to worry about Kelly following in Charlotte’s footsteps.”

“I’m guessing you disapprove… That’s why you helped Mrs. Tully?”

She nodded, “I’m okay with the Littles who freely give themselves up for adoption… I’m even somewhat okay with the Littles who are adopted out rather than spending the rest of their lives in prison… but some poor Little who managed to escape a life of Hell after being sentenced to that life for no more than a skid mark in her panties?” She shook her head, “I can’t usually do much, but you gave me a path forward. Thank you for that!”

“You’re welcome… I hope it at least buys that family some time.”

We pulled up to her house about ten minutes later, parked her car in the garage, and both carried our briefcases inside. I smiled as I watched her receive a kiss from her husband to welcome her home. “How was your day?” He asked her.

“You know, with the help of Cameron here, it was pretty good!”

“Huh?”

“Tell you over dinner, sweetheart, just let us change into something more comfortable, and we’ll join you down here. What’s for dinner anyway?”

“Stuffed salmon,” he told her with a smile. He looked down at me, “Hope you like fish?”

I nodded, “I eat just about everything.”

He laughed, “As a student, I figured that would be the case!”

Judge Jones and I went upstairs, and I came back down dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I’d debated about putting on something more comfortable than that. Still, as much as I figured I could trust her now, I didn’t want to risk maturity signs!

When I walked over to the table, I discovered they’d dug up an old booster seat from somewhere that day. It looked like the straps had long since been removed, so I deemed it reasonably harmless in the big picture. The color was a pretty hideous faded purple, but given that I knew it had to have been Jenny’s as well, I wasn’t surprised! With a sigh, I climbed onto it, blushing, but I was kind of grateful since their table had been challenging to reach the past couple of days! A plate that could have come from a restaurant was put down in front of me. “Wow! I thought you were an engineer…” I said with a smile, “Not a professional chef.”

He and Judge Jones laughed, “I joke that his retirement job is cooking for me and being my personal chef. It’s been a hobby of his all his life.”

“My mom insisted I be able to cook when I grew up to impress the ladies,” he joked.

“I may have to get some lessons; this looks amazing!”

I began eating the piece of fish, which I noted was smaller than theirs by a little bit, and took a fantastic bite of stuffing that must have had crab, mushrooms, and some sort of cheese! It was to die for! The dinner conversation was quiet, but they started asking me about my background some more.

“So, anyone special in your life?” Judge Jones asked. “You’re not married yet, right?”

I shook my head, “I have had some bad luck on the love front. I had a girlfriend from freshman year until the end of my last fall semester at Emerson that I proposed to... She turned me down, though, because her parents had actually insisted that she break up with me before she came home for Christmas that year.”

“That’s awful! Why would they do that?” she asked me.

I sighed, “She was much taller than me, and with the family being rich, they didn’t want me to marry her.”

“How rich?” He asked me.

“Billions?”

“Whoa, what family?” He followed up.

“The Harris family?”

“SafeFoods?” Judge Jones asked, some scorn present in her voice.

“Yeah… Though Addy wasn’t like the rest of them.”

“I can see her family not approving of a Mid though,” Judge Jones said. “You may have been better off, though…”

I shrugged, “I really did love her… and I think she probably really loved me. It was just tragic that her family was her family.”

She nodded, “So, anyone since then?”

I blushed, “Well… yeah.”

“Who is she?”

“Complicated…” I said with a sigh. I debated telling her, but after that day, she’d earned some trust. “Her name is Beth… and I grew up down the street from her.”

“Ooh… high school sweetheart?”

“Could have been, but I never made a move back then. I guess I didn’t even really know I loved Beth until…”

“Until?” She asked.

“She was nearly demerited out and chose to go the student services route and give herself up for adoption.”

“Demerited out?” Her husband asked.

I gave him a strange look, “I thought this was everywhere… Littles at Emerson are allowed ten demerits a year for discipline infractions. If they run through them, they are automatically demoted to the daycare until they are adopted…”

Judge Jones grimaced and nodded, “It’s not something that you see in Hartford, but Ames isn’t the only state with schools like that. So, she was close… and decided she was better off allowing herself to be adopted?”

I nodded, “When I saw her next, she’d talked the woman who ran the program into letting her say goodbye to me. I don’t think I really knew I loved her until then.”

“Works that way sometimes,” she nodded, “So what happened to her?”

I explained how her dad had re-adopted her and dealt with the courts. I was a little leery of telling her how he had let her grow up, but since he was in a different state with her then, I felt a bit safer. “So, her dad moved her to somewhere in New Albany where he’s been helping her get her life back together so she can try to be emancipated.”

“You talk often?”

“Usually, at least once a day if we can,” I told her.

“If she gets emancipated?”

“I want to ask her to marry me,” I told her.

“You know New Albany is right next to this state. Do you know which city she lives in?”

I shook my head, “Her dad is really paranoid about someone investigating them, so he hasn’t told me where they are to be safe more than the state.”

“You should invite him to bring her here over a weekend or something!”

I gave her a weird look, “You’re okay with this? Me having a relationship with her?”

“She’s what, an inch from being a Mid?”

I nodded.

“As far as I’m concerned, if she’s emancipated again, it’s perfectly legal. I’d love to meet this girl who captured your heart, though.”

I blushed, “I’ll mention it…”

“Do it!” she said with a smile.

We talked a bit longer, and then I helped with the dishes. While the meal was terrific, I was also amazed at how many pans he managed to use to make the meal! When I finally had the dishwasher running most of it and the rest drying in a rack, I joined them in the living room, where they had a news channel. His face looked nervous, and her face just looked angry.

“I’m here in Crescent City where protestors have gathered in front of the Courthouse to protest a decision that Judge Ruth Jones issued from the 3rd Circuit Court of Appeal today…” I watched them talk about the decision from a more unhappy approach. An interview was played with a woman, Jennifer Bennett, “I’m here with Jennifer Bennett, the head of ELNAP. Mrs. Bennett, what are you all saying about this unusual decision to issue the warrant for a Fugitive Little’s return but to put a time stamp on it for years in the future?”

“It’s unconscionable! How in the world would a judge in their right mind even consider that an adopted Little can safely raise two babies?!? All four of their ‘family’ should be getting on a plane in matching diapers and be headed back to Oak City to be with her mommy.”

Another picture pulled up, and I understood this would be a cluster of a panel. A tall Amazon and a little dressed in a business suit joined on that screen. “With us now, I have Rebecca Washington and Nadine Key, both of the movement CAMOL. We’ve heard what Mrs. Bennett has to say; what do you think about this decision? I assume that you approve?”

“Well, I don’t approve that she would even theoretically have to go back to her mommy when her kids reach their majority,” the shorter Little, Nadine stated. “I do, however, admire Judge Jones attempting to thread morality with the immorality of the constitution of this country that encourages this slavery of Littles.”

“Additionally, I believe it’s unconscionable to even consider sending a Little back to a mommy that has so obviously physically abused and neglected the Little when she was under her care,” Rebecca, the Big said.

“Those allegations, do we have any proof of them?” The reporter asked.

Rebecca nodded, “Medical exams and signed affidavits were submitted as evidence in today’s hearing…”

The TV turned off then, and I looked at Mr. Jones, sitting in an armchair next to the couch I saw with Judge Jones, “Well, you two upset the applecart today, huh?”

I nodded but was happy when he told her he was proud of her! Before I went to sleep that night, I looked up more stories about the case. ELNAP was an extremist group in my mind that believed Every Little Needs a Parent… In their view, every single Little, and most Mids like myself, needed to be safely dressed in diapers and cared for in a nursery according to their manifesto. They specifically believed that Littles should have teeth removed and mobility impairments to help care for them the best… Their site even referred to it as routine as spaying and neutering pets... I had just about vomited at that.

CAMOL, or Citizens Against Mistreatment Of Littles, on the other hand, was decidedly against those procedures. They seemed to support the total emancipation of Littles everywhere. Still, they were more realistic in their efforts and focused on getting Little Rights Bills passed like they were present in New Haven and Hartford. Both of those jurisdictions, of course, were part of the 3rd Circuit.

As I went to bed that night, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for whatever part I played in trying to help that family!
 
 

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