It appears as if Rodney's really going to strike out for once when Deedre, his lava lamp repairwoman, shows up on his doorstep. He purposely burns his hand to secure her sympathy. When that merely leads to a first aid lesson, he threatens to scorch his foreskin, too. The repairwoman stares down at his bulbous knob, with no earthly intention of sticking it in her mouth. He has to forge on, at his audacious best, to finally convince her of the logic behind dropping to her knees for a gobble. Quite refreshing after so many hookerish coupling where the luv'n'spunk unfolds all too easily.