“Emma, you’re not a race driver! If you keep shifting gears so abruptly, you might damage the transmission!”
He put his hand on mine while I held the stick.
“It’s just like stroking a pussy,” he said with a mischievous grin. “You need to be gentle and smooth with it, not rough and aggressive. Don’t rush; take your time finding the right rhythm.”
As I started adjusting the lever, he guided my hand, demonstrating the fluidity of the motion. Gradually, I shifted the lever into place, and he smiled approvingly.
I now get wet whenever I shift gears.
