the deal (extra)

Mr. Peterson left Susan's house with a look of satisfaction on his face. Right on the sidewalk across the street, Gary's grandfather was waiting impatiently, a cigarette trembling in his fingers.

"Well? How did it go?" Gary's grandfather asked, his eyes full of expectation.

Mr. Peterson stopped in front of him and took out his phone. "As we agreed. Our deal is done."

Gary's grandfather felt relieved, but also a pang of jealousy. He had agreed to this **** plan because Mr. Peterson was a ruthless loan shark and his debts were unsustainable. The original deal was simple: if he could get his grandson's fiancée to show herself in lingerie, his debt would be settled.

"But I didn't get to see her," the grandfather lamented, regret in his voice.

Mr. Peterson chuckled. "Don't worry. I have proof." He showed him the phone, the photo of Susan in bed, in the missionary position.

Gary's grandfather gasped. His eyes widened, and he felt an erection. Regret was replaced by lust.

"She's a virgin," Mr. Peterson said, with a cunning voice. "She's a blank canvas, waiting to be painted. We could get a lot more out of this."

Gary's grandfather swallowed hard. "What do you mean?"

"Your debts with my other friends... I could negotiate a similar deal with them. In exchange for Susan showing a little more, or doing more... perverted things. You could get out of all your debts."

Gary's grandfather thought about it for a moment. The idea of being debt-free was tempting, but the image of Susan, so innocent and ****, made him hesitate. But then, lust took over. Not only did he want to pay his debts, he also wanted to see more. He wanted to see her naked, to know her body, the shape and size of her nipples, or to find out if she was one of those modern girls who shaves down there.

"I'll need your help, of course," Mr. Peterson said. "I need you to keep pretending that I'm an expert on future wives. What do you say, old friend? Do you want Susan to get you out of ruin?"

Gary's grandfather nodded, his face a mask of greed and lust. "I agree," he said, his voice barely audible. "Make the deal."