He caught sight of a very handsome and sexy blonde man with a stubbly chin at the other end of the bar wearing a blue shirt staring right at him. Bein... polite, Ben lifted up his beer with a smile. The man turned and walked over to him and sat down on the stool beside him. "Hi," he said in an accent."Hi," Ben replied, wondering why this guy was talking to him. "I am Kerem," the man introduced himself. "Ben, nice to meet you," he replied. He began to feel a little uneasy as the Turkish man was. ." he looked away for the first time and she felt that it was hard for him to continue what he was saying "last night I didn't plan for this... oh I don't mean this, this. I- I mean I didn't plan for asking you to stay with me. But when I opened that door last night and found you standing there looking as beautiful as you've always been and even more, I just couldn't take the fact that you might leave again, I..." he looked up at her and she could see sadness in his eyes "I love you so much. Dad held up his little finger. "This is your pinky finger. Hold yours up, too. Good. Now, curl your pinky around mine. Perfect. I pinky promise that your daddy will never hurt you again, sweet thing." Is a pinky promise better than a cross-your-heart promise?" Donna asked."It sure is," I said. "A pinky promise is the strongest promise possible. Dad made a lot of pinky promises to me when I was a little girl, and he never broke one of them. Hold up your pinky again." I curled my little finger. Jessica opened the lid and was shocked by what she saw inside the cylinder was a girl about her age bound to a metal grill over a charcoal fire, "WHAT THE HELL?" She shouted bringing the roasting girl back to her senses, she opened her eyes and looked at Jessica, "Hello miss" The roasting girl said looking into Jessica's eyes, "What the hell?" Jessica said again softer with her hand covering her mouth, Jessica took a seat next to the grill her eyes never leaving the roasting female flesh before.