The sun streamed in through the prominent bedroom windowpane of the mountainside apartment. It was n't huge but it was big enough and the views out over the Atlantic were stunning. It triggered storage … too many really.

Sitting up in bed I brushed my manus back over my psyche, taking my hairsbreadth with them. Twisting my head to the side I smiled down at the beautiful fount next to me. Short, shadow Curl splayed out over the pillow, the continental quilt pulled down far plenty to reveal her bare shoulders and the top of her slender back, the scrape healed but still there taunting me ... teasing me … turning me on.

She turned, her back now flavorless to the mattress and she smiled up at me. Reaching out with my hand I made as if to stroke her cheek, but all I felt was the cool cotton of the pillow in the empty quad next me.

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

She was gone.

Life was different now, since that day. I still had my job, my profession if not quite the same grade of income. After Red and I had returned from our time in Gran Canaria it had taken me so long to proceed forward in my foreland, that over time I had wound down my secret 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 thoughts trailed away, before a flicker from the betimes cockcrow sun reflecting off the pass blue water took me away from my reverie. Here on the mountain sides surrounding San Agustin was where I wanted to be, especially at this time.

My phone buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the message. It was daughter number 2. She was getting married in a distich of months and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to break her away.

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

When I say ‘ everything'I mean that my married woman knew about my family relationship with a young educatee. She never asked what her name was, which was a good job because I didn't know, but she saw message on my phone. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the messages told her, good thing she didn't known what had really happened.

My 36-year married couple was over and maybe that's how I wanted it. The four forgetful months that my Little girl and I were together changed my life forever. I missed her still … I pined for her. There was no way that I could just go back to domesticated harmony.

My married woman found her gumption and kicked me out with immediate outcome and then went to town on the divorce. She was rough with her invective, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't battle … I was still well enough off to live a unspoiled life.

That had all happened in the past dozen 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 seat looking out over the Ocean was baked in sunshine.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a petty at the thinking. What a scenery it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and rolled her torn body, wound round of drinks with her own innards, into the flat solid. 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. Naked swimming to wash away the pedigree and the peter we had used disposed of into the Saami salty grave that was taking my Little miss to a estimable place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial upheaval upon arriving back in the UK to even think about the Police stuff. But it turned out that the forensic inquiry at Bridewell turned up zero of government note, and the cellular telephone soon opened again to visitant. I never went back.

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

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

I retook my nates and, with a grin to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down next to me.

"You okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess,"she replied. I turned to smile a washy smiling at her, I understood her melancholy. It was a yr today since we killed the hussy … an unbelievable passage of fourth dimension that somehow made the whole matter seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to run into here, today … so that we could retrieve, together.

"How's the wife ?"She grinned.

"Still taking me to the dry cleaners,"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-fixed silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

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

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

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

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

"Did you ever hear from her ethnic music ?"I asked.

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

She was right of path, just as she had been right at the metre about there being no recriminations, because the slut would just go down as a ‘ missing adult'who had chosen to start a new sprightliness somewhere else and had no intention of being found.

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

No, of course 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 Mr, she didn't …"

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

"She 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 language pacified me. Relaxed me.

"Can you stay over ?"

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

I chuckled too.

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

I turned to take care at Red, who returned my gaze with a quizzical look 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 fingers creep into the space between us and entwine with mine.

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