Now and then$$$ an inch below the water's surface$$$ the muscles of his stomach tightened involuntarily as he recalled another detail. A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. An embroidered flower$$$ a simple daisy$$$ sewn between the cups of her bra. Her breasts wide apart and small. On her back$$$ a mole half covered by a strap. When she climbed out of the pond a glimpse of the triangular darkness her knickers were supposed to conceal. Wet. He saw it$$$ he made himself see it again. The way her pelvic bones stretched the material clear of the skin$$$ the deep curve of her waist$$$ her startling whiteness. When she reached for her skirt$$$ a carelessly raised foot revealed a patch of soil on each pad of her sweetly diminished toes. Another mole the size of a farthing on her thigh and something purplish on her calf--a strawberry mark$$$ a scar. Not blemishes. Adornments.