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I hate men that marry women just because they're beautiful.

That's what my dad did with my stepmother, Mariana.

He met her at the gym, helped spot her on the bench press, and a week later,

they were flying to Vegas to elope.

He didn't even know her.

Fortunately, she wasn't a gold digger, or a bitch, or anything.

At least, I didn't think so.

I couldn't honestly tell you whether she was nice or a bitch.

Because, well, she didn't speak a word of English.

Café?

Thank you.

It is muy linda.

Thank you.

And she didn't seem to realize that I didn't speak a word of Spanish.

I took French in college.

I knew that your dad had a daughter, but I never imagined that she was as

beautiful as you.

And well, I wanted to know, have you ever been with a woman?

Because I could show you many things.

Okay.

Okay?

Yes.

Really? Okay.

And I don't know if it was a cultural thing or what.

But Mariana had zero concept of privacy or personal space.

Oh, my God. You scared me. I

don't

speak Spanish.

What are you doing?

I know.

I know.

It's important for you.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

I want to try your lips.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Look at your tongue.

Look at your tongue.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Ay, sí, no pares, linda. No pares, mi muñeca. No.

Lo que quieras, tesoro, lo que quieras, mi amor. Te lo doy todo.

Ay, cuánto tiempo te quería.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I can't see you right now.

And that was the day that even though I didn't speak a word of Spanish and

Mariana didn't speak a word of English, I learned that the language of lust is

universal.