I said I'd post this in another thread so as not to hijack somebody.
70s. I was living off post in an apartment complex with just a couple months left to serve.
About a month earlier I had gotten tanked up and entered my neighbors door by mistake and passed out on her couch. She covered me with a blanket and went back to bed. She was about 10 years older than me, and a really good sport about it. Today I'd be either shot or in jail.
It was a Saturday AM, my front door was ajar, as was my custom when I was home.
From the laundry room my neighbor was chatting with another woman, I could hear parts of it and what I heard perked up my ears.
"You have been a pill for the past two months. When's the last time you got laid? Six months ago?"
Silence.
"It's been over six months, huh? I'll fix that!"
She grabbed her GF by the arm, my door swung open and my neighbor came in looked at me.
"This is Lisa. Pic, you owe me one. Lisa has been a queen bitch for the past month or so. She hasn't been laid in six months. I want you to fu(k the living shit out of her and we'll call it even!"
And she left for a minute, returned with a couple of bottles of cheap wine, put them on my counter and left.
About an hour and a half later, there was a knock on the door. My neighbor.
"How's it going?"
"Lot's more work to be done. Might take all weekend."
"Whatever."
She left late Sunday afternoon
Ahhh, the 70s!
ETA, for the entire weekend anytime I wanted food or wine, my neighbor delivered!
I'd just shout down the hall, "Cheryl! More wine!
During the middle of the week, she(my neighbor) came by and thanked me. I guess it did the trick.