Shawn tossed the dough in the air and caught it flawlessly to the ‘ooohs and ahhhs' of the tourists, he found the flashier his moves the more money he was tipped so he quickly learned how to handle the dough as if it was a basketball.  The money was good, the pizza was free, and the ladies, whew!  He would catch many a woman tourist undressing him with their eyes and if he played the part of no English speaking Italian pizza maker they were more than willing to give him a taste of America.  He knew it was a good idea to get an allover tan before coming to this little town.  As he prepared to finish his last show of the day he looked up and gave the crowd a toothy smile, almost all of the people watching were tourists he hadn't seen before, except for one girl,  she stood in the corner and watched him with a knowing look.  His smile grew and then he went back to his pizza dough. He tossed, rolled, and threw it all around only to catch it and pull it into a perfectly shaped pizza.  He then set about making it up with sauce, mozzarella, and some fresh slices of tomatoes.  He absolutely loved fresh pizza and being able to make his own was more than a plus.  He slipped into the oven and turned around expecting for everyone to be gone, but that girl remained.  He studied the girl for a moment; she was definitely American with her long red hair and smattering of freckles across her nose.  She wore some very expensive clothing and Shawn knew that either her parents or her grandparents were very rich, seeing as she looked to be about his age, nineteen.

"Ciao."  The girl waved at his greeting.

"Tu seite molto buona."  Shawn was sure he got an ‘oh shit' look about him because the girl laugh.  "You don't speak Italian, do you?"

Shawn knew he was caught. "Just enough."

"To get into every girl's pants."  She gave him a knowing smile.  Shawn felt the tips of his ears turn red, but he stayed mute. "Well it's not going to work with me but I do want to have some fun."

Shawn's head perked up at that, well he had spent too much time in his little room above the pizzeria.  He took the perfectly done pizza out of the oven and put it in a box for later.  He did all the necessary thing so the place wouldn't burn down, the girl watching him the whole time, and then nodding that he was done he left with the girl.

She pointed at a Moped and all but ran to it, Shawn smiled as she hopped on the little motorized bike and with tire squealing she turned the back end 180 and motioned for him to get on. Shawn didn't normally ride but decided to go with the flow, he climbed on and then they were off weaving in and out of traffic, running stop lights, and just plainly not giving a crap about the speed limit.  Shawn didn't want to admit it but this girl's driving scared the crap outta him, like holy crap he rode a freakin' motorcycle and this little Moped had him holding on for dear life.  The scenery was a blur as they sped toward their destination, on occasion he would catch a glimpse of a building he recognized from his eighth grade geography book but other than that he was clueless as to where they were going.   They continued to drive well into the night and then finally they were on the top of a hill.  On the hill was what Shawn assumed was a barn at one point, but time had taken its toll and you could see through the slats of the building.

"Come on."  The girl giggled and walked through the overgrown field to the dilapidated building.  "I'm Anessa, by the way."

"Shawn."

"Well come on Shawn let's go in." 

After two hard pushes the door swung open to an old horse barn, all the stalls were abandoned and the same flowers that grew outside grew in here, there was a sharp undertang of manure in the air but that could be ignore as Shawn looked up and saw the night's sky through the missing roof.

"Wow."

Anessa was already climbing a ladder that led to the loft area of the barn. "A friend of mine told me about this place and since tonight is my last night I wanted to see something of Italy that wasn't on my family's itinerary." 

Shawn went up the ladder and found Anessa lying on top of some old hay gazing at the stars, he joined her. "I have a question, why me?"

"Well I have been able to sneak away from my parents every day for the past two weeks to watch you play with pizza dough.  I have seen you flirt with women you barely know and put on a pretty convincing act that you were Italian.  You are good with working on the fly and I didn't want to go up here alone." 

"That's the reason? I go with the flow so I was the one come up her with you?  What if I'm some sort of murderer?"

"Didn't think of that. Are you some murderer?"

"No."

"Good enough for me."

For hours they watched the stars and talked about anything and everything from his love of motorcycles to her love of classical music.  At what Shawn assumed was midnight, he noticed Anessa began to shiver.  He pulled her in close and soon they were lying on top of each other, making out.

"I thought you weren't going to let me charm you."  Shawn's voice was filled with lust as he gazed into her luminescent green eyes.

"Who said I didn't charm you with my driving and bringing you to this very romantic spot?"  She had him there, he was smitten with this red head and if given the chance he might have dated her.  She leaned forward and soon was kissing with more fervor, Shawn revealed in the way she tasted, like strawberries and bubblegum.

They were just getting to the good part when a voice, aided by a bullhorn broke their embrace. "POLIZIA.Vieni fuori conle mani alzate!"

Shawn only understood that the police was there and shouting at them. "What did they say?"

Anessa was hurriedly getting her top buttoned and the stray hay out of her hair. "They said police. Come out with your hands up."

Shawn's eyes bugged. "Why?!? Are we in trouble for being here?"

"Doubt. It."

"Lasciare che la figlia del senatore go!"

Shawn understood the word ‘senator' and ‘go' in that one. "Anessa. What is going on?"

Anessa sighed and held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you Shawn, I'm Anessa Willet, Senator Willet's daughter."

Shawn's jaw dropped in shock. "What?"

"And the police probably think you kidnapped me."

"What?!"

Anessa pressed the Moped's keys into his hands and gave him a sad smile. "I wish we had more time but I am going to have to go. Take the Moped and run. I'm sorry."

Shawn by this time had redressed himself and was trying to dust off a bit.  He saw how truly sorry the girl was so he pulled her close and gave her one last, making your legs jelly, kiss. "Never be sorry. You are the first girl to give a conversation that didn't involve Cosmo and manicures.  Thank you for all of this."

Anessa cheeks flushed deeply enough to match the shade of her hair and then reluctantly she climbed down the ladder and out the barn.  Shawn heard the commotion outside as the police took her away to ‘safety' and realizing that they would be storming the building for her ‘kidnapper' he ran out the back entrance.

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"That was you?" Henry gave a short laugh. "I remember seeing that on the news there was a providence wide hunt for her kidnappers."

Shawn scoffed. "Providence wide?! Try country wide. I had to leave Italy after that." 

"Seriously?!?"

"Yeah but totally worth it.  I'm just glad I gave her some fun on her trip."

Henry looked at his watch to figure out how long they had been here but the face was cracked and there was some blood on it, it wasn't even ticking. "Shawn, how long have we been here?"

Shawn checked his phone. "Only about two hours."

"I wonder why they haven't come looking."

Shawn poked into the truck and began checking on Henry's injuries. "Well I only texted that I had to run an errand and then we were going to take this road.  They probably think we haven't left yet."  Satisfied that Henry's injuries were no worse than before Shawn retreated from the truck and went looking for something to drink.  He walked slowly up the one hundred and fifty foot path the truck had made seeing bits and pieces of their stuff.  Finally his eyes landed on something shiny and clear, he ambled quickly to the lone bottle of water and almost gave a whoop of joy, he was so very thirsty.  He cracked the seal and almost chugged a quarter of the liquid before he began to choke, he coughed and sputtered and almost dropped the bottle in the process but managed to get the lid back on it.  He fell to his knees as he continued to cough and soon the coughing turned to vomit, once his body quit the rebellion he spit to rid the taste and winced as he realized he had thrown up blood and not just thrown it up but was spitting it at well. "Well that can't be good."  Standing on extremely shaky legs he stumbled and tripped to the truck, he all but fell on his butt and reached the bottle of water into the truck. "Got some water dad."

"You get some?"  Shawn winced at the thought of his vomit fit earlier.

"Yeah, we packed a whole case of that stuff so I've drank plenty.  Drink up."  Henry drank greedily and sighed in relief as the sun warmed water wet his throat.

"Thanks."

"Not a prob.  So on to the next story, you want to hear about the time I was a sniper?"

"Yeah sure. Wait?! What?!?"