My wife introduced herself to Vincent as Auntie Niki and was quite happy to sit in the car chatting to Vincent while I watched the match. We waited until Irene phoned to say she had arrived home, then we drove to Vincent's house and were invited in by his mother; I performed the required introduction. Irene admitted that she was actually Miss Vollmann; she had never been married and didn't know who Vincent's father was, having had her drink spiked at her university graduation party and finding herself pregnant shortly afterwards.
I reflected that if this had occurred fifty years ago or even less, Vincent would probably have been ostracized when an unfeeling local community discovered that he was a bastard child. Fortunately such a situation was now so commonplace that Vincent's legitimacy was never considered. Niki shared my opinion that Vincent was just a person in his own right, and his legal status was of no more concern than was his ginger hair. Irene told us that following my suggestion she had contacted the police about the incident in the toilets, and that I would probably receive a visit from an officer later that evening. She went to the kitchen to make us all a cup of coffee, and while she was away Vincent decided to sit on my lap. Niki smiled when she saw this, and she remarked that Vincent seemed to need a father figure-maybe I was the elected one. Vincent smiled, turned to face me, and said brightly, “Hallo Daddy!” which resulted in laughter from the three of us. Irene returned with the drinks. She wanted to know what the laughter was about, Niki told her that Vincent now had a new father. Irene was interested, and when I suggested that we could perhaps look after Vincent sometimes during the long school holiday she jumped at the chance. She had been trying to find a child-minder, but the only ones she could find at a reasonable price were on the local council estate, and she was concerned about the environment there. The fact that we lived a few miles away precluded daily visits, so Niki thought that a week's 'holiday' with us might be a good starting point, if Irene could bear losing Vincent for that long. When she looked doubtful, I suggested that we all return to our home so that she could see where Vincent would sleep and what he would be doing while he was with us; Irene agreed, and we drove home.
She had a tour of our house and garden, the local children's playground in a beautiful public park, and various other facilities, which were missing, in her home town. She expressed satisfaction that Vincent would be in good hands for at least a week, so we took her home again, collected some clothing and other essentials for Vincent for the coming week, then we returned to our home again with Vincent.
We arrived home to find a police officer waiting for us; we invited her indoors and she took a statement from me regarding the incident in the toilets. She informed me to my surprise that fingerprints on the knife had been checked, and the culprit was well known for his actions, but even more surprising was that his step-father was a assistant county attorney with responsibility for law and order. This attorney knew of his step-son's occasionally feral ways but could do little about it; the boy's mother was completely indulgent and refused to admit that her little darling could do anything wrong. It was a difficult situation for him, but he gave a personal guarantee that if his step-son even looked at Vincent the wrong way in the future, he would ensure that the boy would be put away in a mental institution. When the police officer left, I phoned Irene to tell her what the police officer had told us, and she was relieved that some of the danger to Vincent had been averted.
Vincent's bedtime was now long overdue. Niki made his bed and took him to the bathroom to supervise washing and cleaning teeth. He also had a pee, proudly displaying his little cock to me and asking me when he would be able to hold mine as I had held his earlier. Alarmed, I told him that he must never mention it again unless we were alone- Niki wouldn't approve of my actions. He blushed and apologized, saying that his mother often pleasured him in the same way, so she obviously didn't see anything wrong with it. Niki appeared and said that Vincent's bed was ready, so I told him to change into his pajamas and then I would read him a story to settle him. This I did, and he kissed me goodnight and told me that he had never felt happier than he did at this moment.