Plof wrote :
> Padmarekha, you rabble rousing son of gun! You won't succeed good friend.
> I never touched your thighs, but I noticed how you were fixated by my
> changing of the gear stick, up, up then down, then up again. You dirty man!
...then up, and down again! Padmarekha is not dirty, Plof! The 'up and down' performance simply threw her into a world where the shifting of those gears was you, Plofessor, running your hand up and down inside of her little wild flared skirt. And the gear stick? Oh Plofessor you should not have mentioned the 'stick' word...
That was Pad's fantasy, and she wants that fantasy to become reality. Only in a Kama Sutra-type fantasy, yes.