Governments world-wide declared that it was the duty of the “fertiles” to have as many children as possible.The realization soon hit that this dec...aration wasn't enough. More drastic steps were needed to ensure the human race’s survival.It didn't take long for the rich and powerful, the “ripo,” to begin proclaiming that the fertiles must be protected, then to start buying the rights to impregnate women, to the outright sale of the fertiles. It became a status symbol for the ripo to “collect”. I realised, to my dismay, that he was going easy on me."Fight me, damn you." I'm trying," he whined."No, you're not. You're a better fighter than this." I stopped, straightening up, walking to the centre of the ring slowly. I dropped my daggers at my feet and turned my back on him, looking at him over my shoulder. "Maybe you can hit me now, Princess?" I echoed his words from the last time we'd sparred while angry, and I saw his face redden as everyone around snickered.And then he was moving,. " The other three nodded. Kostowe glanced in Ben's direction. "Step onto the deck with me a moment, Private, if you would."Ben answered with little hesitation. "Aye aye, Chief. Gentlemen, our game?"Junior Harding nodded. "We'll redeal this hand later, same score."Ben nodded, and climbed the stair after Kostowe. Finding the Chief at the rear of the boat, he approached."Collins, in War Two, we used to call a wound like yours a 'million-dollar wound', one where you weren't seriously disabled long. Her blouse and bra went first, spilling her full breasts. I immediately fastened my mouth to one of her dark nipples, sucking and teasing it. My hands crept down and around to find the catch and zipper of her skirt and let it fall free. She hooked it with one shapely foot and kicked it away.Meanwhile Jessica had not been idle. My own blouse and bra were gone and my slacks undone by her nimble fingers. They pooled around my feet and it was a bit of a struggle to get out of them with falling.