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Interview: Do you speak Spanish now?
Lata: Un poco. [In Spanish: A bit] I learned a few words before the girls were born and now that's their secret language because I will have no clue what they are saying which I don't mind because it just brings them closer... and closer with their dad. Luckily I know the Spanish curse words
Interviewer: Do you speak any other languages than English and Spanish?
Warren: Ji hann [In Urdu: Yes] but only the simplest of words and a few curse words
Interview: You didn't want the girls learning your second language?
Lata: Well Urdu was more my first language and English my second. My family not being involved in helping raising the girls made it easy for their second language to be Spanish - but! That doesn't mean my culture took a backseat at any point of them being raised
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Warren and Lata sat on the couch passing a joint back and forth while she'd asked him to read the random book she'd found in Spanish to her. She didnt understand it, for all she knew he could be just saying randomness but there was a trust that he was actually translating the words on the page to Spanish.
She'd learned he spoke Spanish one day when he and Camila both said some side comment in the language that only the two knew. Making Lata instantly curious
While Warren read, Lata put the remains of the rolled paper on a plate at the coffee table and bit her nail watching him read. Warren mindlessly rubbed Lata's inner thigh too focused on the words to notice the way everything he was doing in that moment was making Lata want all of him. Her mind wandered to the night she'd finished all her tests and now all that was left to do was graduate and move out of her dorm.
The only reasonable thing to do during the time was to make out with her boyfriend rather than start to pack. Warren's fingers slide up her back, lifting her t-shirt so he can press his hands against her bare skin. A shiver runs up Lata's back giving Warren the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth.
Things moved fast yet so slow that it made Lata wonder if she was actually feelings Warren's mouth move down her chest. How slow his lips were moving was leaving the woman in agony only for it to vanish and be replaced with fear once Warren's lips reached her waist and his fingertips rested on the border of her shorts
"Is this okay?" Warren whispers fingers moving to her short waist ready to pull the pajama shorts off her
"Yes" Lata's voice heavily breathes out, Warren's kiss on her hip bone making her think of so little words yet at the same time Lata stops his hands "But... I-I haven't done this before"
