She Will Do Anything He Asks Her To Do

As Mitchell woke up to the world half an hour later, one year older than when he'd gone to bed, he woke to a vision of Tanya staring at him from the end of the bed. There was something oddly disconcerting about waking up like that, and Mitchell let rip with a startled snort of surprise.

"Hey sweetheart!" said Tanya, with an exaggerated enthusiasm that would have instantly triggered the suspicions of a more alert man.

"Umm... hey?" Mitchell said, rubbing his eyes, and peering at the clock.

"So... ahh... Happy birthday!" Tanya said, happily, a manic look in her eyes. "Haha! I bet you thought I'd forgot!" Tanya paused for a moment, before reluctantly adding "Again."

Remembering birthdays was not one of Tanya's strengths. A curvy ass and long legs were what her past boyfriends would remember her for, and most certainly not for her attention to small details like someone's birthday, or her ability to buy an appropriate present.

Mitchell raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"You remembered?" he said, doubt evident in his tone.

"Of course sweetheart!" Tanya said, immediately, and attempted to sound insulted that her boyfriend would think she'd forget. Again. For the third time in a row.

"You... you got me a present?" Mitchell said, both eyebrows now raised in surprise.

"Yes..." Tanya said, slowly and carefully. "Yes, ah... yes of course I did!"

Jumping to her feet from where she'd been sitting at the foot of her bed, Tanya flung her arms open wide and grinned.

"I'm your present, honey!"

Mitchell regained full alertness in less than a fifth of a second at that announcement.

"Yes," Tanya said, business-like, "today I'm going to do anything you want. I'm going to cook for you, clean the house, bring you a beer while you watch sports... anything you want!"

Mitchell just lay there for a few moments, and stared long and hard at Tanya. After about ten seconds of this, Tanya began to feel increasingly silly with her arms wide open and a grin plastered on her face. The facade was beginning to breakdown when Mitchell made his next move.

"Anything?' he said, carefully.

"Anything." Tanya promised, with a beguiling innocence.