She had traded sex for access, for the gear she needed to exact her revenge. While she hadn't been a virgin even then, it had left her feeling dirty a...d cheap, not something she cared to repeat over and over for the next few years.Sex had been discussed openly in the crèche. The supervisors and teachers had been very up front about the fertility blocks every prole child got before puberty. The lower-caste proletariat, the worker bees, needed permission to breed and you could only get your. "Because I want to see you," I said."You're married," she responded."So? It hasn't stopped you from flirting with me." I said.I didn't get an answer. Nothing. I waited for almost ten minutes. And I still got nothing. And I finally said fuck it. I gave up. Turned on some music. Was planning on chilling out, relaxing, and most likely finding some dirty porn online. Hey, I'm a guy. I do my thing when I can't get some of my thing. And lately, with the home situation being shitty, and the wife being. ”“I don’t want to do lingerie, or perfume, or clothes, or anything like that. Besides since she does the house finances, she will know what I get and how much I spent. I am lost.”“Sweetie, give her something she can’t buy. Give her something that is so ‘you’ that it will touch her heart. But remember, K.I.S.S.” Erin smiled at me.“Keep It Simple, Stupid. Very funny. Simple. Hmmmm. Simple. I think I’ve got an idea.”“What?”Erin almost shouted the question.“Oh no. I gotta fill this idea out. If I. ..as a “man” you would be on your own!For entertainment we youths had the Naffi bar and little else, TV was non -existent but fortunately drink was cheap so we were young alcoholics in the making.... Female company was as rare as time off camp and even the elderly frau in the chief clerk’s office began to have a certain look to those of us youngsters with rampaging hormones.Once a month our Naffi had a games night with a lot of the married soldiers and wives in attendance. We youngsters, beer.