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

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hands back over my headspring, taking my hair with them. Twisting my head word to the slope I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. short circuit, dark curls splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far adequate to disclose her bare shoulder 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 hand I made as if to stroke her cheek, but all I felt was the cool cotton fiber of the pillow in the empty place 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 story of income. After Red and I had returned from our prison term in grandmother Canaria it had taken me so long to move forward in my read/write head, that over fourth dimension I had wound down my common soldier 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 cerebration trailed away, before a glint from the early daybreak sun reflecting off the clear blue urine took me away from my reverie. Here on the mountain slope surrounding San Agustin was where I wanted to be, especially at this time.

My earpiece buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the message. It was daughter number 2. She was getting married in a duad of months and she was bivalent checking that I would be going, and prepared to reach 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 baby who had battened down the crosshatch very much on the face 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 message on my phone. She called me sick, perverted and so many early thing … she only knew what the substance told her, good matter she didn't known what had really happened.

My 36-year marriage was over and maybe that's how I wanted it. The four scant month that my Little girl and I were together changed my aliveness 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 backbone and kicked me out with immediate effect and then went to town on the divorcement. She was abrasive with her vitriol, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't fight … I was still well enough off to endure a good life.

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

******

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

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My bulwark still stiffened a little at the thought. What a scene it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and rolled her torn physical structure, wound round with her own innards, into the mainsheet. 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 rinse away the blood and the dick we had used disposed of into the same salty grave that was taking my Little young woman to a adept place.

I was too wrapped up in my marital upheaval upon arriving back in the UK to even recollect about the Police stuff. But it turned out that the forensic inquiry at Bridewell turned up nothing of government note, and the cell soon opened again to visitor. I never went back.

"Hi mister,"I looked up and smiled. It was the outset time I had seen her since we parted at Manchester Airport. We texted occasionally … she knew about my divorcement … we both needed to sleep together that the early was there. We had a bloody, gory bond to tie us together.

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

I retook my seat and, with a smile to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down succeeding 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 improbable handing over of time that somehow made the whole affair 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 cleansing agent,"I laughed.

"And so she should. You deserved it you bastard !"I turned to see her grin 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 jade, my niggling little girl, Red's lover.

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

"There will be, in prison term,"I offered maternal intelligence of wisdom.

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

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

She was right of class, just as she had been right at the time about there being no recriminations, because the loose woman would just go down as a ‘ missing adult'who had chosen to start a new life story 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 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 Son pacified me. Relaxed me.

"Can you stay over ?"

Red chuckled."I've flown all the way to nanna Canaria, mister, it's not a day trip. My finals don't starting time for another month, and getting away now for a break, is a in effect thing."

I chuckled too.

"Tonight, you need to hurt me Mr, use me …"The password fluttered in as if transported by the sea breeze.

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

"What ?"I said.

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

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

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