How much of the food you eat is imported from other countries?”“Seems like all our vegetables in the winter come from Central America or Mexico,�... another student volunteered.“Exactly. In fact, 35% of produce consumed in the United States is imported from foreign countries. But it gets worse. 70% of seafood is imported. That’s a lot of sushi. Now, what happens if Mexico or Canada becomes the largest beef producer in the world and we start importing 70% of our beef from NAFTA countries. Even. John glanced my way, and I lifted my hand. He looked right past me, and my mouth went dry. I licked my lips nervously. What if he didn’t like the changes in me? As he continued to search the crowd, I looked around. Happiness was everywhere. Women were crying and laughing. Men were lifting their wives off their feet and tossing children in the air, happy to be reunited. Finally, John’s eyes swept over me. He didn't smile at first, and my heart dropped. Was he disappointed in how I looked? I. Forget work, now I'm in a state of shock. Should I leave or stay? Who do I tell this to? For some reason, Paul pops into my head. He would be a good confidant and lover. I close my eyes and think of him pinning me to the wall in the bathroom, thrusting his cock into my pussy. Hmmm, I'm starting to get wet. I feel naughty and empowered now. My thong give me easy access to my clit, and I start massaging it. Then, I slowly put one finger in my tight, wet cunt. I go slowly at first but then. Sue smiled and as she was leaving, she said... "bye, I love you!" John and I felt a strange sense of relief when we heard Sue driving down the driveway. John asked when she would be back. I said about 5:30 this evening. After we smoked another joint with our morning coffee, he asked if I wanted to continue where we left off since we wouldn't be interrupted all day. I said sure. We went back in the room and undress the first thing. John said I had just started sucking him good when I had to.