The Morning After Pill
You wake up with your mouth feeling like a cat slept in it and smelling like Kobus Wiese's dirty sock found behind a dryer after three weeks.
You reach over to your bedside table and pop in a capsule containing some sort of sweet minty liquid, you swish around your mouth and swallow. You lean across to your wife , the combination of your new minty smell and the long hard probe which the morning gifts, makes you irrisistable.
Tommorrow she may need a pill similar in name but very different.