The sun streamed in through the large bedroom window of the mountainside flat. It was n't Brobdingnagian but it was big enough and the views out over the Atlantic were stunning. It triggered retentiveness … too many really.

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hands back over my chief, taking my haircloth with them. Twisting my headspring to the side I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. Short, colored curls splayed out over the pillow, the eiderdown pulled down far enough to reveal her bare shoulders and the top of her slender back, the mark healed but still there taunting me ... teasing me … turning me on.

She turned, her back now flat to the mattress and she smiled up at me. Reaching out with my script I made as if to stroke her face, but all I felt was the cool down cotton of the pillow in the evacuate blank next me.

There was no one there. There never was anyone there.

She was gone.

aliveness was dissimilar now, since that day. I still had my job, my professing if not quite the Lapplander floor of income. After Red and I had returned from our sentence in Gran Canaria it had taken me so long to motivate forward in my pass, that over time I had wound down my private pattern. I now performed procedures on the NHS alone, that way I felt I was giving something back, for some reason I felt the need.

I coughed the choke away from my throat as once again, my cerebration trailed away, before a glint from the early good morning sun reflecting off the cleared blue water took me away from my reverie. Here on the mountain English surrounding San Agustin was where I wanted to be, especially at this time.

My earphone buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the message. It was daughter identification number 2. She was getting married in a pair of calendar month and she was doubling checking that I would be going, and prepared to give her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both counts, xx"I replied to the text. turn 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elderberry bush Sister who had battened down the hatches very much on the side of her mum after everything came out.

When I say ‘ everything'I mean that my wife knew about my human relationship with a young student. She never asked what her public figure was, which was a undecomposed job because I didn't know, but she saw subject matter on my phone. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the substance told her, thoroughly affair she didn't known what had really happened.

My 36-year man and wife was over and maybe that's how I wanted it. The four little months that my Little miss and I were together changed my sprightliness forever. I missed her still … I pined for her. There was no way that I could just go back to domestic harmony.

My married woman found her backbone and kicked me out with contiguous effect and then went to town on the divorce. She was harsh with her vitriol, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't scrap … I was still well enough off to last a honorable life.

That had all happened in the yesteryear XII months, to the day, since we had played out the final act, here on this very mountainside.

******

I sat gazing out to sea. The wooden fanny looking out over the ocean was baked in sunshine.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a trivial at the persuasion. What a shot it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree and rolled her shoot down trunk, wound round with her own innards, into the sheet. I closed my eyes and shuddered as I recalled the panic that had begun to set in.

But we had pulled it off. Just like we planned. Body into the sea to be washed away, weighted so it would sink. au naturel swimming to wash away the blood and the tools we had used disposed of into the Same salty tomb that was taking my piffling young woman to a unspoiled place.

I was too wrapped up in my married upheaval upon arriving back in the UK to even guess about the Police stuff. But it turned out that the forensic inquiry at Bridewell turned up nothing of note, and the cells soon opened again to visitant. I never went back.

"Hi mister,"I looked up and smiled. It was the first meter I had seen her since we parted at Manchester drome. We texted occasionally … she knew about my divorce … we both needed to hump that the other was there. We had a bloody, gory bond to tie us together.

"Red,"I stood to greet her."You look stunning,"and it was true, she did.

I retook my seat and, with a smile to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down adjacent to me.

"You okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess,"she replied. I turned to smile a weak smile at her, I understood her melancholy. It was a twelvemonth today since we killed the slut … an unbelievable passage of time that somehow made the wholly thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to meet here, today … so that we could remember, together.

"How's the wife ?"She grinned.

"Still taking me to the dry cleaner,"I laughed.

"And so she should. You deserved it you bastard !"I turned to see her smile broaden as she said this.

We paused in well-to-do silence.

"I still miss her,"Red said after a patch.

"Me too."I added.

"She was the alone mortal I ever loved, you know, like that. She was …"

"… something else,"I finished off her sentence, knowing that we felt exactly the Saami about the fornicatress, my Little girl, Red's lover.

"There's been no one else since,"the flame-haired young woman added pensively.

"There will be, in time,"I offered paternal words of wisdom.

"Did you ever hear from her folks ?"I asked.

She slowly shook her head."I never made physical contact. Why would I. What was the gunpoint ?"

She was right of course of action, just as she had been right at the time about there being no recriminations, because the adulteress would just go down as a ‘ missing grownup'who had chosen to start a new life somewhere else and had no intention of being found.

I felt sorry for them though, her ma and pa, and family unit. They had not just lost a daughter but they had no stoppage either. Maybe someday I would …

No, of class I wouldn't. I couldn't … never.

"She wanted it … the death."I said, as if trying for some reason to vindicate what we did.

"No Mister, she didn't …"

"Huh,"I was taken aback by Red's words, until she added.

"She Thomas More than wanted it, she needed it … lived for it. She really would never had been happier than when you nailed her to that tree."

Red's words pacified me. Relaxed me.

"Can you stay over ?"

Red chuckled."I've flown all the way to nanna Canaria, mister, it's not a day slip. My finals don't start for another calendar month, and getting away now for a break, is a unspoiled thing."

I chuckled too.

"Tonight, you need to hurt me Mister, use me …"The words fluttered in as if transported by the Ocean breeze.

I turned to bet at Red, who returned my regard with a quizzical tone on her face.

"What ?"I said.

She shook her head,"I didn't say anything mister."

I smiled a knowing smile. Red smiled back at me and let her digit creep into the blank between us and interlace with mine.

We were not alone, the threesome leaping in blood was still together … which is the way it would be, forever .