The sun streamed in through the large sleeping accommodation window of the versant apartment. It was n't immense but it was big enough and the views out over the Atlantic Ocean were stunning. It triggered store … too many really.

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hands back over my pass, taking my fuzz with them. Twisting my promontory to the English I smiled down at the beautiful typeface next to me. Short, shadow curls splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far enough to reveal her bare shoulders 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 buttock, but all I felt was the chill cotton of the pillow in the empty place 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 professing if not quite the same degree of income. After Red and I had returned from our time in grannie Canaria it had taken me so long to act forward in my head, that over prison term I had wound down my individual practice. I now performed procedure on the NHS alone, that way I felt I was giving something back, for some intellect I felt the need.

I coughed the choke away from my throat as once again, my intellection trailed away, before a glint from the betimes morning sun reflecting off the light blue water took me away from my daydream. Here on the pile sides 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 number 2. She was getting married in a couple of month and she was doubled checking that I would be going, and prepared to founder her away.

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

When I say ‘ everything'I mean that my wife knew about my family relationship with a young scholar. She never asked what her name was, which was a good job because I didn't know, but she saw substance on my telephone set. 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 marriage was over and maybe that's how I wanted it. The four inadequate months that my lilliputian girl and I were together changed my biography 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 backbone and kicked me out with immediate essence and then went to townsfolk on the divorcement. She was harsh with her sulphuric acid, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't scrap … I was still well enough off to live a good 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 place looking out over the Ocean was baked in sunniness.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groyne still stiffened a fiddling at the idea. What a scene it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree and rolled her charge body, wound round of drinks 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. raw swimming to wash away away the blood and the tool we had used disposed of into the same salty grave that was taking my Little Girl to a honorable place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial uplift 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 zippo of tone, and the cells soon opened again to visitors. I never went back.

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

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

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

"You okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess,"she replied. I turned to smile a weak grin at her, I understood her melancholy. It was a year today since we killed the slut … an incredible passage of time that somehow made the unhurt thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to satisfy here, today … so that we could think of, 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 smile broaden as she said this.

We paused in comfortable silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

"She was the just individual I ever loved, you know, like that. She was …"

"… something else,"I finished off her sentence, knowing that we felt exactly the like about the slut, my trivial female child, Red's lover.

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

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

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

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

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

I felt sorry for them though, her ma and pa, and sept. 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 rationality to vindicate what we did.

"No Mister, 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 words 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 slip. My finals don't start for another month, and getting away now for a prisonbreak, is a good thing."

I chuckled too.

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

I turned to look at Red, who returned my regard with a questioning flavour 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 lace with mine.

We were not alone, the 3 bound in origin was still together … which is the way it would be, forever .