The house echoes with the distant hum of a vacuum cleaner as Opa corners his teen granddaughter in the kitchen. His eyes, hungry and intense, appraise her youthful figure. He steps closer, his voice a low rumble, "You're all grown up now, aren't you?" His hands, rough and weathered, grip her slender waist, pulling her against him. She can feel his hardness, and a shiver runs down her spine. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, "I think it's time you learned a thing or two from your old grandpa."