The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 23, 1994
**The Artist POV**
I woke up refreshed and still entangled in Lani's arms. Sensing her slowly waking up, I loosened my grip around her just enough for her to turn in my arms. Her sleepy voice greets me with a gentle smile, "Good morning, honey."
"Good morning, mama," I return with a soft smile before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.
After slowly breaking away, I add with a wicked grin, "How did you sleep?"
"Like a rock...someone wore me right out," she replies with a wink and an impish smile. Oh really...
"Oh did they now?" I retort with a roguish grin, leaning in to capture her lips in a lingering kiss that quickly starts to heat up as my teeth nibble at her lower lip, pleading for entrance which she rapidly grants.
Swallowing her moan, I reluctantly pull away. "I guess we should probably get up." I reply, slowly climbing out of bed. "Like what you see, Lani?" I continue seductively, noticing her cheeks turn rosy at the sight of my bare ass. Awww...someone's suddenly shy...
With a chuckle and a bashful grin, she replies, "Yeah I really do..." Very cute...
Turning back to face her with my hand extended, I ask, "Shower with me?"
Grasping my hand I slowly drag her to her feet, as she replies with a twinkle in her eyes, "Lead the way, sir."
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**Iolani POV**
After our shower we decided to just have a quick breakfast of bagels and cream cheese before heading out to the beach to enjoy the day.
Again, it was beautiful and sunny outside. We really couldn't ask for better weather during this whole vacation.
It didn't take us long to put together everything we needed for a day on the beach, and before we knew it we were out the door and on our way.
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**A few minutes later**
To both of our surprise, we pulled up to what we found to be a private beach only a few days ago, only to find that what looks like a large carnival had been set up. Huh?
"What's going on?" my e ipo asked me, with a confused look on his face. I could ask the same question...
"It looks like a carnival," I reply, just as baffled as he is. A woman chooses just that moment to walk by, hand and hand with a little girl who looks about five years old, her face sticky, and holding a caramel apple. "Ma'am, what is all this?" I ask hesitantly, meeting her warm brown eyes.
The woman takes one look at us before smiling and replying, "You're not from around here, are you?" She takes a moment to lean down and wipe her daughter's face and clothes. "Look at you, Tiffany. You've gotten your new dress all sticky."
