That, it turned out, was the very instant that the sun dipped below the horizon. Not that anybody saw it, of course. It had been a miserable day, with...the wind coming straight off the lake and blowing the rain sideways. By the time I got back home—home temporarily being an apartment owned by my college roommate's father—after a day of door-to-door canvassing, I was literally dripping wet. Why couldn't they have given me that desk job at campaign headquarters?I remember glancing at the clock in. A smile came to Bobs face at the sight of a cucumber embedded a good way upMelody's love cave. "Can we have a salad later?" He asked. "I bought one specially.....and some other things as well. Steve saidyou would want to get your teeth into something tasty" she quipped, warmingto the role she was playing and suddenly feeling that a good fucking from Bobmight not be such a bad idea after all. The other pages of the album showed Melody strapped to benches, stairs,chairs, in fact to most places. Her hand stroking my cheek, she gazed at me, then turnedme towards the mirror.Two women there. One in jeans, a neat white blouse. Pale hair, the sun,perhaps. That kind of carefree, casual look you see, down by the beach.The other in a pretty dress, flowers, flounce.A Sunday summer afternoon. A blush of make-up, maybe more, bold red lips -it was more face than the summer dress demanded, I thought, a face fornight.She must have thought so, too."Turn," she said, "Stand."I felt her unzip me, pull. The houses, the rest of the town, started a few hundred feet on down.Clipper saw a man, standing in the field. He saw two more, as he passed further down the building. To his amazement, the men all had their hands in the air. Not real high, he noticed, about elbow high. Like they’d been doing it a long time. He pulled Dylan against the side of the building, not wanting to be seen.He moved a little further down the side of the building. The voice was droning on, he could hear it but he couldn’t.