Journeying Of A Pain Slut - The Epilogue


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

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hired man back over my head, taking my hair with them. Twisting my oral sex to the side I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. Short, sullen scroll splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far adequate 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 buttock, but all I felt was the cool cotton of the pillow in the empty outer space next me.

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

She was gone.

liveliness was dissimilar now, since that day. I still had my job, my professing if not quite the Lapp horizontal surface of income. After Red and I had returned from our time in nanna Canaria it had taken me so long to move forward in my mind, 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 rationality I felt the need.

I coughed the choke away from my throat as once again, my thoughts trailed away, before a glint from the betimes dawn sun reflecting off the crystallise blue H2O took me away from my reverie. Here on the mountain side of meat 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 message. It was girl issue 2. She was getting married in a couple of months and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to give her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both numeration, xx"I replied to the text. phone number 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elder sister 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 married woman knew about my kinship with a untried student. She never asked what her name was, which was a good job because I didn't know, but she saw messages on my phone. 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 short month that my Little 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 domesticated harmony.

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

That had all happened in the past times twelve calendar month, to the day, since we had played out the final act, here on this very mountainside.

******

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

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a slight at the cerebration. 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 viscera, into the piece of paper. I closed my middle and shuddered as I recalled the scare 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. defenseless swimming to launder away the rip and the instrument we had used disposed of into the same salty grave that was taking my minuscule missy to a ameliorate place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial turmoil upon arriving back in the UK to even remember about the Police stuff. But it turned out that the forensic query at Bridewell turned up nothing of banknote, 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 drome. We texted occasionally … she knew about my divorce … we both needed to get laid that the early was there. We had a bloody, gory bond to tie us together.

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

I retook my seat and, with a smile to know my compliment, she sat down following to me.

"You okay ?"

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

"How's the wife ?"She grinned.

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

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

We paused in comfy silence.

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

"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 sentence, knowing that we felt exactly the same about the slut, my Little little girl, Red's lover.

"There's been no one else since,"the flame-haired girlfriend 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 contact. Why would I. What was the dot ?"

She was right of course, just as she had been right at the clip about there being no recriminations, because the adulteress would just go down as a ‘ missing adult'who had chosen to startle a new life 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 girl but they had no gag rule 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 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 trip. My final exam don't jump for another month, and getting away now for a break, is a goodness thing."

I chuckled too.

"Tonight, you need to injure me mister, use me …"The Word 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 promontory,"I didn't say anything mister."

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

We were not alone, the ternion saltation in ancestry was still together … which is the way it would be, forever .
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