It seems Grandpa has gotten himself into a spot of bother. He's been down the track again and has run up a fairly hefty debt with the local bookmaker... and, well, grandpa can't pay. But wait? In a brilliant light-bulb moment, ol' pops remembers that he has a grand-daughter. Surely, the bookie would wipe my debts clean for a night with my young turtledove, he thinks. "It's ok," he says, stroking her hand while yanking her top upwards. "You're doing this for Grandpa."
Well done, Germans. You are truly masters of perversion.
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