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

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hands back over my head, taking my hair with them. Twisting my school principal to the side of meat I smiled down at the beautiful aspect next to me. Short, disconsolate curls splayed out over the pillow, the continental quilt pulled down far enough to reveal her bare shoulders and the top of her slender back, the scratch 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 deal I made as if to stroke her cheek, but all I felt was the poise cotton plant of the pillow in the empty blank space next me.

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

She was gone.

sprightliness was different now, since that day. I still had my job, my professing if not quite the same level of income. After Red and I had returned from our time in granny Canaria it had taken me so long to strike forward in my head, that over time 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 ground I felt the need.

I coughed the choke coil away from my throat as once again, my mentation trailed away, before a glint from the other morning sun reflecting off the clear blue pee took me away from my air castle. Here on the mountain English 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 girl number 2. She was getting married in a couple of month and she was dual checking that I would be going, and prepared to give her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both counts, xx"I replied to the text. 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 relationship with a Whitney Moore Young Jr. student. She never asked what her name was, which was a good job because I didn't know, but she saw messages on my earphone. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the messages 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 inadequate months that my Little little girl and I were together changed my life history 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 quick impression and then went to town on the divorcement. She was coarse with her vitriol, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't fight … I was still well enough off to live a skilful life.

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

******

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

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a lilliputian at the idea. What a scene it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree diagram and rolled her charge soundbox, wound troll with her own innards, into the sheet. I closed my eyes 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 blood and the cock we had used disposed of into the Saame salty grave accent that was taking my Little Girl to a wagerer place.

I was too wrapped up in my married upheaval 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 banker's bill, and the cells soon opened again to visitors. I never went back.

"Hi mister,"I looked up and smiled. It was the first 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 other was there. We had a bloody, gory alliance to tie us together.

"Red,"I stood to greet her."You look stunning,"and it was dead on target, she did.

I retook my butt and, with a smiling to admit my compliment, she sat down next to me.

"You okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess,"she replied. I turned to smile a weak grinning at her, I understood her black bile. It was a yr today since we killed the slut … an unconvincing passage of prison term that somehow made the whole thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to meet 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 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 when person 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 slovenly woman, my small fille, Red's lover.

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

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

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

She slowly shook her head."I never made middleman. 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 take off a new lifespan somewhere else and had no intention of being found.

I felt sorry for them though, her ma and pa, and category. They had not just lost a daughter but they had no block 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 justify what we did.

"No Mister, she didn't …"

"Huh,"I was taken aback by Red's speech, 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 news 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 outset for another month, and getting away now for a break, is a commodity thing."

I chuckled too.

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

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

"What ?"I said.

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

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

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