Series Summary: When watching the 2009 film, Star Trek, I was most intrigued with the scene where Uhura confronts Spock about her assignment to the USS Farragut. As the scene is played, she is both angered and surprised by her placement. In this series called Operation: No Return, I will continue to explore what led up to this incident with chapters involving our favorite twosome as well as Pike, Kirk, McCoy, and T'Lau - a Vulcan character I first introduced in my previous series, Needs. Although this storyline began with Needs, you can still begin with the first chapter of this storyline and not feel lost.
If you have the patience to stay with me, I would appreciate your comments to keep the story honest, yet, entertaining.
Three weeks ago I slipped on a patch of ice and broke one of my fingers. Since my injury required surgery and the placement of my hand in a cast, it takes me much longer to type with just my left hand and one finger of my right hand. However, the muse is calling, so I'll do the best I can under the circumstances. Hopefully I'll be back to normal in five more weeks (according to my doctor).
This first chapter takes place at the House of Diarmuid – a teahouse owned by Spock and managed by an Irishman for whom the establishment is named. Initially introduced in my previous story, Needs, Diarmud was a subordinate of Spock on the Vulcan's first tour of duty. The Irishman lost his position when Spock's analysis concluded the job could be more efficiently performed through automation.
The chapter involves adult themes and uses the "f" word several times. However, there is nothing in the text which warrants more than a "T" rating.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Star Trek. The only thing I own is my imagination.
In an apartment over the teahouse - The House of Diarmuid, Uhura checks her stew cooking on a heating unit. With her hair piled on top of her head under a plain cap, she is clad in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. She tasted the stew with a spoon as Diarmuid entered from downstairs.
"How's it going? Are you finding everything you need, girl?" The middle-aged teahouse manager asked her.
"I'm not having any trouble finding the utensils and pots, but what I really need is another set of taste buds. It's been so long since I've cooked a full meal that I'm doubting myself. Even when I stayed at my friend's place over the holidays, she wouldn't let me cook anything."
"Let me try it."
"Oh, Diarmuid, I don't know. I wouldn't want to use you as a guinea pig."
"Would you rather wait for the Vulcan's reaction?"
Upon hearing his reasoning, Uhura removed the lid from the pot, retrieved another spoon and scooped up a sample for Diarmuid.
He frowned at her offering. "Why are you being so stingy with it, girl?"
Uhura went back into the pot for a heaping spoonful. This time he accepted it with no protest. "Be careful." She advised. "It's hot."
Paying her no mind, Diarmuid did not hesitate to place the entire spoonful in his mouth. Her eyes opened wide at his feat as she waited anxiously for his comment.
"Mmmmmm . . . " He finally said. "Got a nice kick to it."
She brightened. "It's a Ghanaian black-eye peas dish. Do you like it?"
"If you can spare a bit of it, I'll have it for my dinner."
A smile filled her face. "No, problem. I've got plenty. I'll make you a whole bowl of it with rice." She took down a dish and began to fill it. "And, I won't be stingy with it either."
"I also saw you bring some beer up here a bit earlier."
"Help yourself." She replied, although Diarmuid had already made his way to the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle. "I can't thank you enough for letting us use your apartment." She handed him the bowl.
"Those damn fraternization rules are another reason why I'm glad I'm no longer with the fleet. The brass should just keep their nose out of people's business."
Uhura watched as Diarmuid brought a spoonful of stew and rice to his mouth.
"Is it still good?" She asked.
"It's not good, darling. It's great!"
"It's my Bibi's1 take on a popular recipe called Red-Red." She told him as she beamed with pride.
"Hey, didn't I see you bring some plantains up here?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm glad you reminded me." She went into the oven and pulled out a pan of fried plantains and placed some on a dish for unexpected dinner guest. "It's kelewele."
He samples one of the plantain cubes. "Another winner."
"Thank you."
"Of course, that doesn't mean that Vulcan bastard is going to enjoy any of this. They're not like you and me, you know."
"Spock is not a bastard." She quickly countered. "And I won't have your to talk about him that way in front of me."
"Hey, now, calm yourself. Didn't mean no offense by it. Everybody is a bastard to me. And, as for my other comment, you know I'm right about them being different."
"But Vulcans embrace differences. After all, their motto is 'Infinite diversity in infinite combinations.'"
"Bullshit. At best, they are tolerant of diversity, but as objective spectators. They are one of the most homogeneous races of people in the universe. There is little diversity in their speech, style, mannerism or thought process. Now, when they get the itch, under certain circumstances theymay indulge in hookups with races outside of their own kind. Still, long lasting relationships with someone from outside their home world are quite rare."
While Uhura did not totally disagree with Diarmuid's frank assessment, she did not need another person reminding her of the odds of sustaining a long-term relationship with Spock. She returned to the simmering pot and stirred it without a retort.
"What's wrong with you now?"
"You're making me regret asking if I could use your kitchen."
"Why's that? I can't be telling you something you don't already know. And, you know I told you that you and Spock could have the run of the whole place while I'm working tonight."
"Yes, it was very generous of you." Uhura placed the lid back on the pot and turned to him. "But I'm not going be able to stay more than a couple of hours. There's an assembly for all third year students at 7 tonight."
"So, now they're screwing with your evening hours?"
"Well, I'm sure you'll remember when you're in Starfleet you technically do not have any time you can truly call your own."
"Didn't you tell me you haven't seen the Vulcan since before your holiday break?"
"That's right. I returned to the Academy four days ago and found out Spock had went to Germany to inspect one of the engineering units for a new StarShip called the Enterprise. Since he's coming back today, I wanted to make sure to give him a special welcome."
"Sounds like a winner. And, don't worry, girl. I've changed the bed sheets, so when you're ready you can just – "
"Diarmuid." She sternly cut him off. "I know you and Spock go way back, but there are matters about my relationship with Spock which are not open to discussion with others."
"I was just letting you know I've got everything set in case you wanted to get busy. And if it's been three weeks, I know the first thing I'd want to do."
"Well, you're not me and you shouldn't presume to know what Spock and I have between us. We're just taking it one day at a time."
The Irishman took a long swig of his beer and studied Uhura before he spoke. "Well, maybe I don't know exactly what you and Spock got going on. However, I do know women. And, you don't seem like the kind of woman who'd be satisfied with that one day at a time shit. I think a woman likes her feet resting on solid ground."
She knew he was right, but Uhura would not give him the satisfaction of knowing so. Crossing her arms in a futilely, unconscious attempt to block further entry, she asked, "Then why did I join Starfleet if I'm so predisposed to wanting such a stable foundation."
"Like everyone else, you were probably seduced by the promise of adventure, new worlds, and the unknown. Although you'll find that most of your time will actually be filled with deadly monotony, you live for those few precious moments that confirm your reason for getting out of bed – whatever that may be. For some, it becomes a way of life. Those bastards won't or can't leave the service until they meet with some fatal misfortune or are forced to resign their active duty commission by the brass."
Diarmuid brought his spoon and now empty dishes to the sink. And, then continued. "And then, there are people like you who'll take on two or three tours of duty before finally settling down for a planet-bound career, family and a real home. You won't be satisfied with anything else."
Upon hearing a knock at the door, Uhura gratefully had no time to respond to Diarmuid comments. "Spock's here. He's on time, of course, and I'm not even dressed." She grabbed her bag. "Diarmuid, could you let him, while I change?"
Another knock is heard as she went inside the manager's bedroom and closed the door behind her. With beer in hand, Diarmuid opened the apartment door. Dressed in a black leather jacket, sweater, slacks, and boots, the Vulcan looked past the Irishman. While those who did not know him would think Spock wore an indifferent expression, Diarmuid could sense his displeasure.
"I believe I heard Ms. Uhura's voice."
"She's in my bedroom making herself look pretty for you, I suppose. Although she really shouldn't even bother to go through all the trouble, since it's not like you to appreciate such efforts."
Spock's stare was all the persuasion the Irishman needed to move out of his way to allow entrance into the apartment.
"Nyota said you've been in Germany." Diarmuid continued as he closed the door. "So that's why I haven't been seeing you."
"Shouldn't you be downstairs meeting the needs of the customers?"
"I'm on dinner break. And, the last thing I knew Mavis had everything well in hand down there."
"Then it is time for you to reassess the situation. From what I observed when passing through, you should return to your station immediately."
In a sardonic tone, he retorted, "Whatever you say, boss?" Diarmuid emptied the remaining contents of his beer bottle down his throat and passed the bottle to Spock. "You know, I don't expect nothing else from you, but the girl has gone out of her way for your homecoming. Give her a kiss or, at least, a kind word when she comes through that door."
"You need not advise me on my conduct toward Ms. Uhura."
"Well, I happen to think she's all right. There's a sweet, gentleness about her rolled up in a tough little package. It's obvious she's got something for you that I doubt you even recognize, because it's a genuine, loving human affection. I don't understand what a girl like that would want somebody like you, but it is what it is."
"My relationship with Ms. Uhura is no concern of yours."
"Now, that's where you're wrong. I've taken a liking to the girl and don't want to see her hurt." He lowered his voice so not to chance being overheard by Uhura. "When this relationship finally comes to an end, you let her be the one to walk away from it. Don't do her like you've done the others."
"Diarmuid." Spock voice gave no doubt who held command. "If you value your current position and this apartment paid for by a portion of my share of the profits, then you should find your way out the door with haste."
Spock watched as Diarmuid left the apartment. He walked over to the sink to set down the bottle and noticed the used dishes. He then moved over to a table decorated with a kente tablecloth, two olive green candles, red dishes, white linen napkins, and silverware.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Uhura appeared adorned in the traditional clothing of her homeland. With pride, Uhura strutted about and held out her arms as she turned around to give full view of her attire.
Spock lowered his eyes to take in the brown sandals that clad her small, delicate feet. A red patterned kanga tied close about her hips fell to her ankles. A sky blue pattered kanga was wrapped about her torso, while small copper bracelets dangled from her arms. A gold gele crowned her head and seemed to set the brown tones of her skin aglow.
"This comes from a fashion line one of my friends from my homeland sells to United Earth colonies throughout the galaxy. I understand its all the rage on Colony 382. Do you like it, Spock?"
"I do not believe it is it is my style."
Uhura dropped her arms, but is still playful. "I am talking about me. Can't you see I'm making a blatantly obvious appeal for compliments?"
"I've never known a woman who did not know whether or not she was aesthetically pleasing. From the expression on your face and deportment, there is no doubt you are aware of the appeal of your physical appearance. There would be little added value for me to provide my commentary."
"That's where you're wrong." She told him. "While human women do take pride in their own self-image, I wouldn't be honest if I didn't say some pleasure isn't also derived from knowing one is attractive in the eyes of men."
"Perhaps, this subject would find closure much sooner if I would just ask you what do you wanted me to say."
Nyota approached him with slow, seductive steps. "I would advise that your language be quite grand and almost nauseatingly flattering. After all, over three weeks have past since we last saw each other at the SkyPort."
"Three weeks, two days, four hours and 33 minutes."
Only inches from him now, Uhura reached up and placed one hand on the right breast of his jacket, while using the fingers of her other hand to take hold of the pull tab of Spock's zipper.
Let's see . . . you can start with . . . " Uhura assumes the voice of a sleazy player. "I was wondering if you had a moment to spare for me to admire you up close." She began to slowly pull down his zipper. "I bet all the goddesses of love and beauty write to you for advice. If I had a rose for every time I met someone as beautiful as you, I'd have only one rose."
Now at the base of his zipper, she unhooked it and opened his jacket. Coming behind him, she reached up to pull off the article. Folding it over one arm, she raised up on her toes to whisper into his ear, "And then you can cap it off with . . . Have you ever been arrested? Because it has to be illegal to look that good. Baby, if sexy was a crime you'd be guilty as charged."2
Uhura lowered herself back to the floor and started toward a chair to set down his jacket. However, the article fell to the floor as Spock took her by her wrists and brought her before him.
His eyes on her . . .
Burrowing into her . . .
He held her . . .
He held her . . .
He held her this way . . .
Until he finally released her arms . . .
There was no laughter in his voice.
"While I was in Germany, I received a call on my communicator from a Cadet Goldberg. He inquired what time and date did I expect him to begin his assignment as my Course Assistant. I told him he must be mistaken, since I already had a very capable CA at my service. Cadet Goldberg then proceeded to inform me that she – Cadet Uhura - had resigned and taken another position with the Xenolinguistic Department. Still, Ms. Uhura somehow found the time to interview candidates for her replacement and chose him for the position."
Uhura held her eyes on him, refusing to shrink under his intense stare. "Cadet Goldberg misrepresented the situation if he did not say his appointment was temporary until you had the opportunity to fully review his credentials and interview him for yourself."
"He forwarded his resume and I downloaded his academic and service record. I then interviewed him by VidPhone. He was quite impressive. A mathematics major with an interest in the study of fluid dynamics, he appeared to possess good communication and organizational skills. When queried on certain aspects of his position, he demonstrated a logical approach to addressing each scenario."
"He was the best candidate of the field. I thought you and Cadet Goldberg would be quite compatible."
"He will report for his assignment tomorrow at 10:00 AM."
"Great. I am glad you find him acceptable." She reached up her hand to touch his face, but he grasped it and pulled it down.
"Why did you not tell me you had planned to leave me?"
"Baby, I have not left you. I'm just no longer your Course Assistant."
"You made this decision without first speaking with me about it."
Uhura paused knowing the first words that came to her mind were, at best, unproductive. She instead chose dialogue more conducive to a civil discussion.
"Spock, even as Cadets we have the discretion to apply for the service position which best complements our career goals. As you are well aware, I became your CA under unusual circumstances in a discipline not my own. And while I believe the services I rendered under your supervision were adequate for the required tasks, I still preferred to a position with Xenolinguistics."
"The timing of this reassignment is what most concerns me. You made no mention of a possible transfer before the holidays."
"I was not aware a more desirable opportunity existed before I returned to campus and met with my advisor, Dr. Greeley."
"By that time, you would have received my message stating I had accompanied T'Lau to Germany for final inspection of the engines contracted for the Enterprise before they were to be shipped back here to the Starfleet shipyards. Since I had earlier divulged my sexual history with her, the thought came to mind your transfer may have been unwisely motivated by the human emotion of jealousy."
His words took her aback. Uhura could not pretend she was not bothered by Spock's former sexual relationship with the Vulcan project manager. With Spock's key position on the Oversight Committee for the construction of the StarShip Enterprise, the East African knew he could not avoid working with T'Lau, who headed the project's Engineering Unit. She trusted Spock, but she was not so sure about T'Lau since her previous encounters with the Vulcan woman had been unpleasant. Nevertheless, Uhura wanted to make sure Spock understood that in the case involving her transfer, T'Lau had not been a factor in her decision.
Uhura began, "I must confess I was a bit surprised when I returned to campus and received your message that you had left with T'Lau for Germany. It was my understanding you had scheduled a meeting with her on December 27. I was not aware you had planned to follow up that meeting with such an excursion."
"The trip was unexpected. On December 27, I met her at Admiral Pok's office as previously arranged. However, when I arrived the Admiral informed me T'Lau had been called back to Germany by one of her engineers to deal with an issue. With the deadline for delivery of these vital components so near, the Admiral requested I accompany T'Lau to oversee the matter."
"I trust the issue was resolved to everyone's satisfaction."
The unguarded edge to her voice did not go unnoticed by the Vulcan, whose slight tilt of his head signaled his knowing perception of the source of her irritation. Self-conscious of her unintended disclosure, Uhura abruptly attempted to change the focus of the conversation.
"I had made the decision to seek a service position with Dr. Greeley while on holiday." Uhura knew it would have been more accurate to say her friend, Shaniqua, had actually encouraged her to seek the transfer. Shaniqua felt Uhura needed to establish more opportunities where the time spent with Spock was on a more equal footing. Considering her logic, Uhura agreed with her friend but would use a different line of reasoning with Spock.
The East African continued. "When I met with my advisor upon my return to campus, Dr. Greeley said an opening had just come available to teach an introductory course in xenosyntax. However, she said she did not know if she could gain my release from my service agreement with your office. Without hesitation, I told her Mr. Spock would certainly want what was best for me and my career. Was I not correct with my assumption?"
Spock beheld the seeming earnest face of the woman he loved, knowing he rather she remain as his CA. After all, under this arrangement he could better keep apprised of her whereabouts and activities. The time they could personally spend together was severely restricted by the need to maintain a clandestine relationship. However, as her supervisor, Spock could and did not hesitate to assign tasks that required more of her time than her service agreement mandated. Yet, she never complained about the matter and the extra hours did not appear to affect her performance in other facets of her life as a Cadet. When they were both in his office, she was a source of comfort for him. For Spock, her presence served as a source of consolation and contentment.
Last semester, Spock knew he had not acted in the best interest of Uhura's career when he manipulated events to gain her appointment as his CA. Nor, did he have any regrets concerning those actions. He convinced himself their relationship would have not progressed to its current state if this arrangement had not been made. Taking only his own needs into account, it would be logical for him to insist Uhura complete the original academic yearlong service agreement as his CA. However, the such a scenario involved a strong, independent variable he could not fully control – Nyota. He realized his manipulation of the situation against her expressed desires may produce resentment on her part that would serve to undermine their relationship. Thus, he reasonedhe must be supportive of her choice.
"It will be a difficult semester for you." He advised her. "You will be taking your comprehensive exams, teaching a course you have never before instructed, and participating in those seemingly never ending military training exercises. In addition, you must find the time to deal with all of those other obligations that comprise life as a Starfleet cadet."
For a moment, disappointment crossed her face. That is, until Spock added, "Yet, despite these challenges, I have no doubt you will perform all of these endeavors quite admirably."
Little time passed before he knew his words had their desired effect. Her slender brown fingers found a familiar place behind his strong neck to steady herself as she rose up on the tall Vulcan to press her warm, fleshy lips to his mouth.
"Thank you, baby." She told him as she held his eyes with her own and allowed one of her hands to drift up to his right ear. There, she let the tips of her fingers lightly caress the pointed peak of his ear.
"I always wondered . . ." she cooed, "if this was a particularly sensitive part of the Vulcan anatomy."
He answered, "Before one reaches the age of maturity, this gesture is one of the most intimate signs of affection a Vulcan mother can display toward her child. However . . ." Spock's breath began to quicken. " . . . between adults it is analogous to the touching of a human's nipples."
Suddenly embarrassed, Uhura quickly withdrew her hand and took a step back from the Vulcan. "I'm sorry, Spock. I didn't know."
"There is no need to apologize. I did not say I was displeased. Curiosity is a sign of a consummate lover."
His comment drew a nervous laugh from the East African. Undeterred by her response, Spock moved toward Uhura, but she countered by taking a step back. He moved toward her again, but she stepped back once more this time hitting her backside against the table.
"Nyota." He spoke finding his usual composed voice. "I will not chase you about this apartment."
"I'm sorry." She cast her eyes down.
"Another apology?"
"I'm sorry . . . I mean . . . " Ashamed, she felt like a child and knowing the Vulcan to be quite experienced in sexual matters only added to her humiliation.
Suddenly, she became aware the Vulcan was moving toward her once more. However, against the table she had nowhere to go. Her body stiffened in anticipation of his arms encircling her body.
Amd, yet . . .
When she felt the touch of his hands against her back . . .
His warm hands gently bringing her forward to rest against his chest . . .
She was no longer afraid of what would or would not happen . . .
She felt her body melt against his to the point where she no longer knew where she left off and he began . . .
"Three weeks, two days, four hours and 33 minutes." He spoke in whispers. "Nyota, how I have missed you." His unanticipated, but heartfelt admission even surprised the Vulcan. The tenor of his words also served to allow her the voice to share her fears.
"Spock, I want to please you . . . you know, sexually . . . but I don't know how." She confessed.
"It appears you are confusing sex with f**king."
He heard her laugh, again. However, this time it was a genuine, humorous reaction to an unexpected use of such a crude term by the Vulcan.
He continued. "F**king is a basic drive in most animal species. There are really only a few fundamental positions for this act, although there are a number of variations. I believe your anxiety does not concern sexual activity per se, but is more focused on the act of f**king since you have yet to experience it at your advanced age."
"Hey . . . " she lifted her head to challenge his statement, "25 is not so old."
"In relation to the average age of the first sexually experience of your peers, you are decidedly ancient."
"Well, thanks a lot." She sarcastically replied. "So, then what's wrong with you that you'd want to get next to this frigid old lady?"
"There is nothing remotely frigid about you. Indeed, you have already demonstrated a proficiency in pleasing me sexually. You are quite skilled with your kisses showing a remarkable dexterity with the use of your lips and tongue."
Sweet talker, she commented to herself.
"And, when you touch me . . . with your hands . . . your breath . . . or simply the words of your mouth . . . Nyota, you stir something deep within me that begs to be addressed."
The realization of his words finally hit home. "You mean . . . I turn you on?"
His answer came in a series of kisses building in intensity and passion. She held onto his shoulders and basked in his fervent attention until she found a way to counter his fierce drive.
"Ninapenda wewe3, Spock." Uhura whispered as she gently caressed his face. "Ninapenda wewe."
The Vulcan needed no translation for he knew she loved him. And, he loved her as he had never loved any woman before.
Sensing an air of contentment about him, she could not resist prodding the Vulcan to share his thoughts which she was sure would compliment her words of love.
"Baby?"
"Yes, Nyota."
"What are you thinking?"
"Is it not obvious? At this moment could I think of anything else, but you?"
Empowered by the knowledge of her newly discovered sexual prowess, she could not help but press for more. "Oh, Spock." Uhura spoke coyly, "What exactly are you thinking about me?"
"I am reflecting on the way you've responded to our talk . . ." He paused for effect.
"Yes, baby, go on." She urged.
"I cannot help, but think this cherry will soon be ripe for picking."
Uhura immediately broke away from him and placed her hands on her hips. However, he knew despite her stance, she was not really cross with him as there was laughter in her eyes.
Still, the East African cautioned him, "Don't get too anxious. The harvest season has, yet, to arrive."
"Taking extra care to give it all the attention it needs to fully mature, your may be ready far sooner than you expect."
Informed by the dampness between her legs, Uhura realized it would be pointless to try to refute his assertion. And, if it actually did come to pass sooner, rather than later she would not have any regrets as long as Spock served as her guide . . . her teacher . . . and lover. She liked the way he made her feel as she experienced a stimulating, tingling sensation across every inch of her body. Feeling overtly sensual, the East African sensed her erect nipples beneath the thin fabric of her kanga clearly exposed her aroused state.
The naughty grin that came across Uhura's face told him all he needed to know about her sexually awakened state. The desire was there and he could have taken her. However, the first time could not be done in haste. He knew that revealing the full extent of his hunger . . . his intense sexual appetite for her would prove too overwhelming. His precious jewel needed to be handled delicately. He reasoned he needed this approach, not because she was fragile but because his aim was to capture her heart for much longer than a moment. Spock desired this daughter of Africa for a lifetime.
"Hey." She called to him. "I spent a good deal of my so-called free time today buying groceries and cooking dinner for us. I'd actually like to see how you like it before I have to leave for tonight's assembly." Uhura picked up two bowls from the table and took them to the stove to be filled with the African cuisine.
Spock came close behind her and asked in a low tone. "Is there anything I can do to assist you, Nyota?"
"Get away from me, Mister!" She playfully exclaimed. "I think you've done enough for one day." The Vulcan bent down and let his lips gently nestle against his neck, but she shrugged him off. "Go on, now Spock, and sit at the table. I'm already a little wet from your early ministrations and I don't even have a change of underwear."
The Vulcan obeyed her command pleased with the knowledge he had aroused her so. As Spock watched her set the food on the table, he listened to the harmonious jingle of her bracelets and her humming of a simple, but engaging melody. She started to join him at the table, when she saw their empty glasses.
"I forgot about the beer!" She exclaimed as she hurried to the refrigerator to retrieve and open the bottles. "I was able to find a store that actually had a stock of a Kenyan brew. I know you don't normally drink alcohol, but the taste well compliments the stew and kelewele." As she poured the beverage into their glasses, Spock's communicator sounded. "It's all right if you need to answer it, baby."
The Vulcan looked at his communicator and immediately recognized the sender's code. "It is not imperative I deal with this issue right now. I am more interested in sampling your culinary delights."
Considering the possible subtext of his last statement, Uhura regarded him warily. However, she finally trusted he would not try anything inappropriate while giving blessing of the meal.
As Spock watched Uhura engage in her religious ritual, he thought back to the recent call on his communicator. No, T'Lau, he declared to himself, I will not allow you to disrupt my time with her. Nyota, now . . . you, later.
Author's Note: The next chapter primarily involves Spock and T'Lau. Hopefully, I'll have it up within 7-10 days of this posting.
Your comments are always welcome.
1 "Bibi" is Swahili for "Grandmother."
2 The source of these lame lines is the site, "Pick up lines." /flattery/
3 "Ninapenda wewe" is Swahili for "I love you."