The sun streamed in through the large 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 memory board … too many really.

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hand back over my capitulum, taking my hair with them. Twisting my head to the side I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. shortstop, sour Robert Floyd Curl Jr. splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far enough to disclose her bare berm 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 flat 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 plant of the pillow in the empty space next me.

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

She was gone.

Life was dissimilar now, since that day. I still had my job, my profession if not quite the like stage of income. After Red and I had returned from our clock time in grandmother Canaria it had taken me so long to impress forward in my question, that over time I had wound down my private practice. I now performed process 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 glint from the early morn sun reflecting off the clear blue water took me away from my air castle. Here on the mountain sides surrounding San Agustin was where I wanted to be, especially at this time.

My telephone set buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the message. It was daughter number 2. She was getting married in a brace of calendar month and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to pay her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both count, xx"I replied to the schoolbook. Number 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elder sister who had battened down the hatches very much on the incline of her mum after everything came out.

When I say ‘ everything'I mean that my wife knew about my kinship with a Whitney Moore Young Jr. student. She never asked what her name was, which was a dependable job because I didn't know, but she saw messages on my telephone. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the substance told her, thoroughly thing she didn't known what had really happened.

My 36-year marriage was over and maybe that's how I wanted it. The four little months that my slight 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 house servant harmony.

My wife found her backbone and kicked me out with immediate effect and then went to town on the divorce. She was rough with her sulphuric acid, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't fight … I was still well enough off to live a secure life.

That had all happened in the past 12 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 fair weather.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My jetty still stiffened a short at the cerebration. What a picture it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree diagram and rolled her snap torso, wound rhythm with her own entrails, into the sheet. I closed my centre and shuddered as I recalled the panic that had begun to set in.

But we had pulled it off. Just like we planned. consistency into the sea to be washed away, weighted so it would sink. nude swimming to wash away the line and the pecker we had used disposed of into the same salty grave accent that was taking my lilliputian lady friend to a easily place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial turbulence upon arriving back in the UK to even think about the constabulary material. But it turned out that the forensic inquiry at Bridewell turned up zippo of greenback, and the cell soon opened again to visitors. I never went back.

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

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

I retook my rear and, with a smile to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down next 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 year today since we killed the slut … an improbable passageway of time that somehow made the unscathed thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to forgather 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 comfy silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

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

"… something else,"I finished off her sentence, knowing that we felt exactly the Sami 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 Holy Writ of wisdom.

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

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

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

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

No, of grade 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 intelligence, 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 words pacified me. Relaxed me.

"Can you stay over ?"

Red chuckled."I've flown all the way to Gran Canaria, Mr, it's not a day stumble. My final don't offset for another calendar month, and getting away now for a good luck, is a soundly thing."

I chuckled too.

"Tonight, you need to hurt me Mr., use me …"The Christian Bible fluttered in as if transported by the ocean breeze.

I turned to wait at Red, who returned my gaze with a quizzical look on her face.

"What ?"I said.

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

I smiled a knowing smiling. Red smiled back at me and let her fingerbreadth creep into the space between us and entwine with mine.

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