The sun streamed in through the enceinte bedroom window of the mountainside apartment. It was n't huge but it was big enough and the survey out over the Atlantic were stunning. It triggered computer memory … too many really.

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hired man back over my question, taking my whisker with them. Twisting my head to the side I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. shortstop, drear ringlet splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far sufficiency to let out her bare shoulder joint and the top of her slender back, the scars healed but still there taunting me ... teasing me … turning me on.

She turned, her back now flatbed to the mattress and she smiled up at me. Reaching out with my hand I made as if to stroke her face, but all I felt was the poise cotton of the pillow in the discharge space 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 stage of income. After Red and I had returned from our sentence in nan Canaria it had taken me so long to displace forward in my school principal, that over time I had wound down my private practice. I now performed procedure on the NHS alone, that way I felt I was giving something back, for some cause I felt the need.

I coughed the choke away from my throat as once again, my thoughts trailed away, before a glint from the early dawning sun reflecting off the clear 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 subject matter. It was daughter number 2. She was getting married in a duet of months and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to afford 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 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 kinship with a Thomas Young scholarly person. She never asked what her figure was, which was a good job because I didn't know, but she saw substance on my phone. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the substance told her, good thing she didn't known what had really happened.

My 36-year union was over and maybe that's how I wanted it. The four unawares month that my small 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 domestic harmony.

My wife found her spinal column and kicked me out with immediate effect and then went to town on the divorce. She was abrasive with her vituperation, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't engagement … I was still well enough off to live a in force life.

That had all happened in the past twelve 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 keister looking out over the Ocean was baked in sunniness.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a little at the thought. What a conniption it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree and rolled her torn body, wound round with her own innards, into the sheet. I closed my oculus 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 blood and the peter we had used disposed of into the Sami salty tomb that was taking my Little Girl to a better place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial upthrust upon arriving back in the UK to even think about the law hooey. But it turned out that the forensic inquiry at Bridewell turned up zero of promissory note, and the cellphone soon opened again to visitor. I never went back.

"Hi mister,"I looked up and smiled. It was the outset sentence I had seen her since we parted at Manchester airdrome. We texted occasionally … she knew about my divorce … we both needed to have a go at it that the other was there. We had a bloody, gory alliance 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 side by side to me.

"You okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess,"she replied. I turned to smile a light smiling at her, I understood her melancholy. It was a class today since we killed the hussy … an unlikely passage of time that somehow made the whole thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to meet here, today … so that we could think back, together.

"How's the wife ?"She grinned.

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

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

We paused in well-off silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

"She was the only soul I ever loved, you know, like that. She was …"

"… something else,"I finished off her condemnation, knowing that we felt exactly the Lapplander about the slut, my Little young woman, Red's lover.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No Mr., she didn't …"

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

"She to a greater extent 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 row 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 trip. My finals don't start for another month, and getting away now for a break, is a in effect thing."

I chuckled too.

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

I turned to look at Red, who returned my regard with a teasing facial expression on her face.

"What ?"I said.

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

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

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