This was it: our first fight. And my big chance.

Every couple fights. And every guy loses those fights. So long before this day, I had set plans in motion to make sure that not only would I win our fights, but I'd be sure to get make-up sex, too!

Except that, my plan wasn't working.

I just needed to tell her one thing. One little thing. But before I could even draw the breath to fuel my utterance, she stormed out of the bedroom with a loud “humph!” and stomped down the hallway.

In the sudden silent vacuum after all of her yelling, I said the one thing. I said it softly. Dejectedly. So of course she didn't hear it.

Then I realized that I needed to act quickly, before she got downstairs. Or she might grab her shoes and purse and be out the door before I could reach her. I sprang out of the room.

“Sweetie! Baby! Honey!” I called after her, as I raced down the hallway to the stairs.

She was already tromping down the steps. She growled back at me over her shoulder. I drew in that breath that I couldn't manage to before, and then all but shot out the words one over the next:

“Sleepy time for sexy girl!”

As if she had been physically struck, she stopped. She wobbled on her feet for a moment, then sat hastily down on the very step she had been standing on.

“W-what?” she managed to say, before drifting off to sleep.

That was close. Too close! But it had worked. The post-hypnotic trigger I'd implanted in her mind when I'd hypnotized her months ago did the job.

She'd sleep now for a bit, and then wake up full of remorse and apologies and, most importantly, a healthy sexual appetite for me.

Even having an amazing night ahead of me, I was already looking forward to our second fight....