Standing in the parking lot of some club. Not a rock and roll club, more like a country bar. The lot is dusty and full of Camaros. The sky is a deep indigo and the moon is bright. I am talking to someone, when I realize that I must run. I leap over a couple of fences, but someone is chasing after me, shooting off a pistol. I get to a large country house, and manage to sneak in the door. The room is quiet and dark and the curtains I am hiding behind sway gently from a breeze. I hope my pursuer didn’t see me come in here, but I am sure he did. He slides his way into the house and comes right up close to me. Somehow or another, I discover he is really a girl underneath his clothes and we proceed to get naked and have oral sex in someone’s living room. I can see the state police roll up, interested in a gunfight, and I whisper this to him(her). The owner of the house (who looks like Superman’s mom from the Lois and Clark TV show) gives me a look that tells me she won’t reveal that we are here. She greets the policeman in her bathrobe and it turns out that he lives there. I need to get out of this place.