The sun streamed in through the large chamber window of the versant flat. It was n't immense but it was big enough and the vista out over the Atlantic Ocean were stunning. It triggered retentivity … too many really.

Sitting up in bed I brushed my handwriting back over my head, taking my hair with them. Twisting my head to the English I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. short circuit, dark curls splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far enough to divulge her bare shoulders and the top of her slender back, the mark 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 script I made as if to stroke her cheek, but all I felt was the cool off cotton of the pillow in the empty 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 horizontal surface of income. After Red and I had returned from our time in Gran Canaria it had taken me so long to run forward in my head, that over sentence 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 break of the day sun reflecting off the realize blue angel water took me away from my castle in the air. Here on the batch English surrounding San Agustin was where I wanted to be, especially at this time.

My earphone buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the substance. It was daughter telephone number 2. She was getting married in a couplet of month and she was double 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 school text. Number 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elder baby 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 human relationship with a untested student. She never asked what her name was, which was a good job because I didn't know, but she saw subject matter on my speech sound. She called me sick, perverted and so many other matter … she only knew what the substance told her, estimable 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 curtly months that my piffling fille 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 married woman found her linchpin and kicked me out with contiguous effect and then went to townsfolk on the divorce. She was rough with her vitriol, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't scrap … I was still well enough off to subsist a dependable life.

That had all happened in the past twelve 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 keister looking out over the Ocean was baked in sunniness.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a small at the thought. What a fit it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree and rolled her torn body, wound round 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. au naturel swim to wash away the pedigree and the tools we had used disposed of into the Same salty grave accent that was taking my Little miss to a near place.

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

"Hi Mister,"I looked up and smiled. It was the foremost time I had seen her since we parted at Manchester Airport. We texted occasionally … she knew about my divorce … we both needed to get it on that the other was there. We had a bloody, sanguinary bond to tie us together.

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

I retook my derriere and, with a smiling to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down next 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 slut … an unbelievable musical passage of time 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 dry 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 but soul I ever loved, you know, like that. She was …"

"… something else,"I finished off her time, 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 fille added pensively.

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

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

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

She was right of course, just as she had been right at the time about there being no recriminations, because the fornicatress would just go down as a ‘ missing adult'who had chosen to start a new lifetime somewhere else and had no purpose of being found.

I felt sorry for them though, her ma and pa, and family. They had not just lost a daughter but they had no closure 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 speech 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 stumble. My finals don't commencement for another calendar month, and getting away now for a break, is a good thing."

I chuckled too.

"Tonight, you need to hurt me mister, use me …"The actor's line fluttered in as if transported by the sea breeze.

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

"What ?"I said.

She shook her chief,"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 entwine with mine.

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