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

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hands back over my fountainhead, taking my hair with them. Twisting my head to the side I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. short circuit, dark gyre splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far enough to reveal her bare articulatio humeri and the top of her slender back, the cicatrice 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 helping hand I made as if to stroke her face, but all I felt was the sang-froid cotton fiber 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 professing if not quite the same level of income. After Red and I had returned from our sentence in nan Canaria it had taken me so long to move forward in my head, that over time I had wound down my private drill. I now performed procedures on the NHS alone, that way I felt I was giving something back, for some cause I felt the need.

I coughed the choke coil away from my throat as once again, my thoughts trailed away, before a glint from the early morning sun reflecting off the readable juicy water took me away from my reverie. Here on the mountain sides 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 subject matter. It was daughter issue 2. She was getting married in a brace of calendar month and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to feed her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both counts, xx"I replied to the textual matter. Number 2 was still talking to me, unlike her senior sis who had battened down the hatches very much on the slope of her mum after everything came out.

When I say ‘ everything'I mean that my wife knew about my relationship with a young student. She never asked what her name was, which was a unspoilt job because I didn't know, but she saw messages on my telephone. She called me sick, perverted and so many early things … she only knew what the substance told her, just 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 unretentive months that my piffling girl 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 domesticated harmony.

My married woman found her anchor and kicked me out with immediate effect and then went to Town on the divorcement. She was harsh with her sulphuric acid, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't engagement … I was still well enough off to live a good life.

That had all happened in the by 12 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 derriere looking out over the Ocean was baked in sunshine.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a footling at the thought. 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 entrails, into the sheet. I closed my eyes and shuddered as I recalled the affright 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 go under. defenseless swim to wash away the parentage and the tools we had used disposed of into the Sami salty grave that was taking my Little Girl to a better place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial convulsion upon arriving back in the UK to even think about the Police clobber. But it turned out that the forensic interrogation at Bridewell turned up zilch of note of hand, and the mobile phone soon opened again to visitors. I never went back.

"Hi Mr.,"I looked up and smiled. It was the get-go time I had seen her since we parted at Manchester aerodrome. We texted occasionally … she knew about my divorcement … we both needed to have it off that the other was there. We had a bloody, gory Julian Bond to tie us together.

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

I retook my stern and, with a grinning to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down future to me.

"You okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess,"she replied. I turned to smile a sapless grinning at her, I understood her melancholy. It was a yr today since we killed the slut … an improbable passage of metre 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 married woman ?"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 grin broaden as she said this.

We paused in comfortable silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

"She was the only someone 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 jade, my fiddling Girl, Red's lover.

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

"There will be, in meter,"I offered paternal discussion of wisdom.

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

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

She was right of class, just as she had been right at the fourth dimension about there being no recriminations, because the fornicatress would just go down as a ‘ missing grownup'who had chosen to begin a new life story somewhere else and had no aim 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 shutdown either. Maybe someday I would …

No, of form 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 row, until she added.

"She more than 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 Good Book 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 commencement for another 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 word of honor fluttered in as if transported by the Ocean breeze.

I turned to appear at Red, who returned my gaze with a mocking looking on her face.

"What ?"I said.

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

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

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