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 thought out over the Atlantic Ocean were stunning. It triggered memories … too many really.

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hands back over my top dog, taking my hair with them. Twisting my head to the position 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 articulatio humeri 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 paw I made as if to stroke her impertinence, but all I felt was the cool 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 dissimilar now, since that day. I still had my job, my profession if not quite the Lapp level of income. After Red and I had returned from our clock time in Gran Canaria it had taken me so long to travel forward in my heading, that over meter I had wound down my private practice. I now performed procedures 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 pharynx as once again, my thoughts trailed away, before a glint from the early morning sun reflecting off the straighten out dismal body of water took me away from my daydreaming. Here on the mountain position surrounding San Agustin was where I wanted to be, especially at this time.

My speech sound buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the substance. It was daughter number 2. She was getting married in a twain of calendar month and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to afford her away.

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

When I say ‘ everything'I mean that my wife knew about my family relationship with a young student. She never asked what her epithet was, which was a good job because I didn't know, but she saw subject matter on my phone. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the content told her, good affair 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 piffling missy 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 guts and kicked me out with straightaway force and then went to township on the divorce. She was harsh with her vituperation, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't combat … I was still well enough off to exist a good life.

That had all happened in the past twelve months, to the day, since we had played out the terminal act, here on this very mountainside.

******

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

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a trivial at the thought. What a scenery it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and rolled her deplumate body, wound round with her own viscera, into the sheet. I closed my optic 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 rake and the tools we had used disposed of into the same salty grave that was taking my Little girl to a better place.

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

"Hi Mr.,"I looked up and smiled. It was the first-class honours degree 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, sanguineous shackle to tie us together.

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

I retook my stern and, with a smile to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down following 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 adulteress … an improbable passage of clip that somehow made the whole matter seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to fulfill 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 well-situated silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

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

"… something else,"I finished off her judgment of 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 girl added pensively.

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

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

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

She was right of class, 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 start a new life somewhere else and had no purpose 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 closure 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 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 misstep. My finals don't start for another month, and getting away now for a break, is a good thing."

I chuckled too.

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

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

"What ?"I said.

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

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

We were not alone, the deuce-ace leap in roue was still together … which is the way it would be, forever .