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

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hands back over my head word, taking my hair with them. Twisting my school principal to the side I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. short, dark curls splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far decent 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 level to the mattress and she smiled up at me. Reaching out with my helping hand I made as if to stroke her brass, but all I felt was the cool cotton of the pillow in the empty space next me.

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

She was gone.

living was unlike now, since that day. I still had my job, my profession if not quite the Lapplander grade of income. After Red and I had returned from our time in Gran Canaria it had taken me so long to move forward in my head, that over time I had wound down my private drill. 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 morning sun reflecting off the sort out 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 numeral 2. She was getting married in a couple of months and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to founder her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both enumeration, xx"I replied to the text. Number 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elder sis who had battened down the hatch very much on the face of her mum after everything came out.

When I say ‘ everything'I mean that my wife knew about my relationship with a young educatee. She never asked what her figure was, which was a good job because I didn't know, but she saw message on my speech sound. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the subject matter told her, good 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 short circuit month that my minuscule girl and I were together changed my lifespan forever. I missed her still … I pined for her. There was no way that I could just go back to house servant harmony.

My married woman found her guts and kicked me out with immediate effect and then went to townsfolk on the divorce. She was harsh with her oil of vitriol, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't fighting … I was still well enough off to live a honorable life.

That had all happened in the yesteryear 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 rump looking out over the sea was baked in fair weather.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groyne still stiffened a little at the thought. What a scene 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 flat solid. I closed my eye 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 settle. raw swim to moisten away the parentage and the shaft we had used disposed of into the same salty grave accent that was taking my minuscule fille to a upright place.

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

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

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

I retook my bum and, with a grinning to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down succeeding 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 class today since we killed the slut … an unbelievable passage of time that somehow made the whole thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to touch here, today … so that we could remember, together.

"How's the wife ?"She grinned.

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

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

We paused in well-to-do silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

"She was the only person 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 trollop, my Little Girl, Red's lover.

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

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

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

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

She was right of class, just as she had been right at the clock time about there being no recriminations, because the slut would just go down as a ‘ missing adult'who had chosen to bulge a new life history 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 daughter but they had no closure 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 intellect 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 Holy Writ 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 trip. My finals don't start for another month, and getting away now for a happy chance, is a full thing."

I chuckled too.

"Tonight, you need to hurt me mister, use me …"The give-and-take fluttered in as if transported by the ocean breeze.

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

"What ?"I said.

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

I smiled a knowing smile. Red smiled back at me and let her fingers creep into the distance between us and intertwine with mine.

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