I smiled back and slightly nodded my head as I raised my glass in a silent toast to him. I was melting inside, and my pussy moistened as I wondered ag...in whether I should approach him. He solved my dilemma by making the first move. He stood up and approached me with a smile on his face as he sat on the stool next to mine and said hello. I acknowledged his hello with a nod and smiled. I asked the bartender for another drink and indicated he was to give one to my new found friend.He offered me. A certain part of my anatomy reacted despite the fact our robust love-making overnight had convinced me that I would need several days to recuperate.As she nuzzled my neck she said, "Robert, last night was wonderful, but it's very lonely in that giant bed, and the sun's not up yet. So I need you to come back to bed ... its very cold ... aren't you cold?" She put one hand inside my robe and stroked my chest.I turned my head so our lips could meet, and we kissed with a great deal of enthusiasm.. .. It was like living inside a Yiddishe Jane Austen novel. Pride, prejudice, sense, sensibility, and in the end everyone was supposed to get married.There were loads of young Jews moving somewhere up and down the ladder of observance. Some of the Orthodox were looking to get out and a lot of the secular were trying to get in. It was hard to know where any individual stood on "how far to go" during dating. Premarital sex was understood and tolerated but never openly accepted. It was like eating. I swallowed the purple bits and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the same. And we both had the same disgusted look on our faces. It was cute. “It’ll only take about thirty minutes. Next time, we’ll crush ‘em up and snort ‘em. That’ll make them kick in faster and hit harder.” So for the next half hour or so, we just talked. She told me the story of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the story of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with Victoria. Remember her? She was.