[ WP ] You live in a dystopian world where for ever child you have , you can kill one person of the same gender .

Jim was going to kill me. Because his wife was pregnant. They checked. It's a boy. And he's safe. Because my wife was pregnant, and it's a girl. Every time I see him at work, in the cubicle across from mine, he winks. He grins. He draws a line across his neck. Because he's untouchable. And I'm not. 
 
 Solving petty squabbles through sex. It was n't always about sex. When the law first came out, you could remove a person from society as long as you could replace him. But then came the adopters. Repeat adopters, who ended up dropping way too many members. So it became just sex. One death every 9 months was n't so bad. But anyway, back to our story. 
 
 My wife had held my hand every night. `` I'll do this for you.'' She had said. `` I know you hate him, so I'll do this for you.'' And we had flipped that coin first. And lost. Jim found out three months later through the grapevine, and retaliated. Won on the first try. And so he gloated every day. Up until the day my daughter was born and I killed his pregnant wife.
