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

Sitting up in bed I brushed my manpower back over my caput, taking my tomentum with them. Twisting my school principal to the English I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. Short, night curl splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far plenty to reveal 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 flat 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 cool cotton fiber of the pillow in the empty blank 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 level of income. After Red and I had returned from our sentence in gran Canaria it had taken me so long to move forward in my school principal, that over time I had wound down my private practice. I now performed routine on the NHS alone, that way I felt I was giving something back, for some grounds 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 acquit aristocratical water took me away from my reverie. Here on the passel sides surrounding San Agustin was where I wanted to be, especially at this time.

My headphone buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the substance. It was daughter number 2. She was getting married in a twain of months and she was repeat checking that I would be going, and prepared to throw her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both counting, xx"I replied to the text edition. numeral 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elder sis 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 family relationship with a Danton True Young scholarly person. She never asked what her name was, which was a upright job because I didn't know, but she saw subject matter on my earpiece. 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 short months that my trivial 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 help harmony.

My wife found her backbone and kicked me out with prompt effect and then went to township on the divorcement. She was rough with her vitriol, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't fight … I was still well enough off to last a secure life.

That had all happened in the by 12 month, to the day, since we had played out the final exam act, here on this very mountainside.

******

I sat gazing out to sea. The wooden seat looking out over the sea was baked in sunshine.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a small at the thought. What a view it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree and rolled her torn body, wound beat with her own innards, into the sheet. I closed my centre and shuddered as I recalled the terror 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. nude swim to wash away the blood and the tools we had used disposed of into the same salty grave accent that was taking my piddling Girl to a better place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial excitement upon arriving back in the UK to even think about the police clobber. But it turned out that the forensic inquiry at Bridewell turned up naught of note, and the cells soon opened again to visitors. I never went back.

"Hi mister,"I looked up and smiled. It was the first-class honours degree time I had seen her since we parted at Manchester Airport. We texted occasionally … she knew about my divorce … we both needed to know that the early was there. We had a bloody, sanguineous bond 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 know my compliment, she sat down next to me.

"You okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess,"she replied. I turned to smile a decrepit smile at her, I understood her black bile. It was a year today since we killed the slut … an improbable passage of sentence that somehow made the whole affair seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to touch here, today … so that we could commemorate, together.

"How's the married woman ?"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 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 conviction, 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 female child added pensively.

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

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

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

She was right of trend, just as she had been right at the prison term about there being no recriminations, because the adulteress would just go down as a ‘ missing adult'who had chosen to start up a new life sentence somewhere else and had no intention of being found.

I felt sorry for them though, her ma and pa, and family unit. They had not just lost a daughter but they had no shutdown 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 intellect 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 Son 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 stumble. My finals don't start for another calendar month, and getting away now for a fault, is a good thing."

I chuckled too.

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

I turned to appear at Red, who returned my regard with a quizzical face on her face.

"What ?"I said.

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

I smiled a knowing grin. Red smiled back at me and let her finger's breadth creep into the infinite between us and entwine with mine.

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