trust in grandpa

The next morning, Susan woke up feeling strangely energized. Despite the discomfort of the previous afternoon, she convinced herself that Peterson's exercises were a necessary step to becoming the perfect wife for Gary.

Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Gary.

"Hello, love," Susan said, a smile on her face. "How are you?"

"I'm good, honey. I just wanted to see how things were at home," Gary replied. "I heard my grandfather stopped by to see you yesterday."

Susan felt a little nervous, but decided not to mention the embarrassing details. "Yes, he and a friend came. Your grandpa was very kind and brought me a gift."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Gary felt uncomfortable. He knew his grandfather had a serious gambling addiction and was deeply in debt, so it seemed strange to him that he would bring someone to his house.

"And my grandfather's friend? Who was he?" Gary asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

Susan was quick to reassure him. "He was a marriage counselor. Your grandpa said he came to help us with the wedding preparations. He was very kind."

Gary felt relieved. He trusted his grandfather, despite his problems. "Well, if my grandpa says he's a counselor, he surely knows what he's doing. Trust him, honey. He just wants what's best for us."

Susan hung up the phone feeling a chill of approval. Even though Gary didn't know what had really happened, she felt justified. With her fiancé's backing, her determination to continue with Mr. Peterson's "training" strengthened. If Gary trusted his grandfather, so would she.

Suddenly, a memory from her teenage years came to mind. She was with a high school boyfriend when, suddenly, Susan's mother discovered them. The boy had touched her breast over her clothes. Although they never saw each other again after that, her mother had a conversation with her that stuck with her. "A woman who loses her virginity," her mother had told her, seriously, "stops being a woman of value to a man."

That memory shook her. While she was willing to do anything for Gary, she couldn't go so far as to cross that line. Therefore, she decided to set limits. She could allow a certain exhibitionism, but she would not let anyone touch her "down there," unless it was for a health reason. And, under no circumstances, would she take off her panties. It was a way to protect her virginity and, according to her mother, her value as a woman.

Shortly after hanging up, Susan got to her daily chores. She made breakfast, cleaned the house, and felt satisfied when she finished. However, it wasn't long before a knock on the door announced Mr. Peterson's arrival.

"Good morning, Susan," he greeted her with a smile. "As I told you yesterday, my friends will be coming today. But before they arrive, I need to prepare you for their visit."

Susan, dressed in her long skirt, a loose blouse, and the comfortable old-lady lingerie set she liked so much, looked at him with curiosity. "Prepare me?"

"Yes," the old man replied. "A good wife should be comfortable with her body and be able to show it naturally throughout the house. That way, she will always make her husband proud to have married her. To lose that fear, I want you to stay in your panties and bra while you continue with your chores. That way you'll get used to it little by little and won't have problems when you're finally married."

Although the idea made her nervous, Susan took off her skirt and blouse, leaving on only her cotton lingerie. She continued cleaning, feeling Mr. Peterson's gaze on her, and felt uncomfortable but at the same time, strangely, as if she were doing something important.

While Susan was cleaning the table, Mr. Peterson took a hood out of a bag. "And for when my friends arrive," he explained, "you'll have to put this on. That way they'll get used to seeing you like this in your marriage faster, but without them knowing your identity. It's an exercise for you to feel confident."

Susan took the hood with trembling hands. Despite the limits she had set for herself, she knew she was venturing into dangerous territory. However, the fear of being a bad wife was much stronger than the voice of her intuition.