*** An immigrant from a former Soviet republic gets caught up in a little language glitch and is appropriately corrected and educated by a very nice neighbor. (F/m- teen, underage, 1st, oral, rom) *** I’m a transplant. Back in the early nineties when the Soviet Union was in the process of breaking up into its component countries, Latvia, my homeland was standing at the front of the line for independence. Before that struggle was completed, however, my family was able to immigrate and we wound up here in Oregon, USA. My dad’s a civil engineer and was fortunate enough to...
