"God. The only thing worse was the training armor. Even I'm not patient enough for that."
He took a drink of his coffee and thought for a bit. "Well, I did go to a dominatrix once, to see what the fuss was about. I got one of those credit gift card thingies from the you from that universe, ironically, for my eighteenth birthday, and thought I'd give it a try." It had been fun. Most of the time had been spent talking, and he'd gone there a couple more times to chat. He wished he'd gone to see her more, now. Nobody had ever been quite so heavy handed with him since then.
"But the most interesting thing I did sex wise was going down on someone while they were doing their training simulator for the Blackbird. Had a new student who was really nervous, and Dad was trying to get him to relax. Dad got a phone call, and stepped out, so I got in front of the kid (Dave, maybe? ), and started hitting on him. One thing led to another, and by the time Dad come back, Dave's all but finished, and I'm left with a month's garbage duty."
Darius grinned widely. "It was worth it, though. Especially when you consider Chris did the same thing, but with the helitank and got laundry duty instead. I think the fact that Dave passed the sim afterward might have been what got me a lighter sentence."