Buy a third drink for your under age girlfriend and get banned for a month. Get noticed slipping something into a girl’s drink and you were never se...en again. Ever. Anywhere. By anyone. So My Friend’s Place had teen chicks to ogle.The eye candy was especially good this Saturday at My Friend’s Place.Girls (when you’re 78 any woman under fifty is a girl) came to My Friend’s Place either with a guy or in a gaggle. It brought back amusing memories while watching a single guy trying to separate a. “All of my family was there until somewhat recently. I’m a sabra,” Miriam answered, trying not to cry.“A what?” Ollie inquired.“Sabra. Native-born Israeli. My family was mixed, Ashkenazic father, Sephardic mother. But I was born in Haifa. It was the only place that I ever lived in ... ever, until I had to flee. Another Israeli refugee like so many others,” Miriam told Ollie, who blushed at his own ignorance.“Ashkenazic? Sephardic? Not familiar with those terms, but rather curious,” Marian. "Both pulled out handcuffs and told Tom, "The entire courthouse and allthose inside is our business. You were warned two days ago about yourbehavior in this courthouse. I believe this is now your third strike so youget to spend the day in a holding cell while chief the judge has a strongword with you about your behavior." Tom backed away but a second officermanaged to get behind him and get his wrists cuffed forcing Tom to give up.Without Tom to intimidate anyone Amelia was left to complain. Fortunately she wasn’t most women. He had dark brown hair that was long enough to curl softly, fair skin with freckles and hazel eyes that were cloaked by long dark eyelashes. His mouth was just a bit too big for his face, which is why his smile came off as goofy rather than sophisticated. Of course it would be hard to interpret any smile as sophisticated when the wearer of it had a post-it note stuck to his face. ‘Hello,’ she responded as she shook his big warm hand. She gave a perfunctory.