The sun streamed in through the large sleeping accommodation windowpane 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 head, taking my hair with them. Twisting my brain to the slope I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. Short, dark curlicue splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far decent to reveal her bare shoulder joint 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 hired man I made as if to stroke her cheek, but all I felt was the cool cotton of the pillow in the vacate distance next me.

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

She was gone.

life story 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 metre in Gran Canaria it had taken me so long to move forward in my head, that over fourth dimension I had wound down my private exercise. 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 coil away from my throat as once again, my thoughts trailed away, before a flicker from the early morning sun reflecting off the clearly dark 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 phone buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the message. It was daughter bit 2. She was getting married in a yoke of months and she was repeat checking that I would be going, and prepared to move over her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both counts, xx"I replied to the text. phone number 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elder baby who had battened down the hatches very much on the position 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 epithet was, which was a right job because I didn't know, but she saw messages on my phone. She called me sick, perverted and so many former matter … she only knew what the messages told her, good 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 short month that my Little 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 domestic harmony.

My wife found her sand and kicked me out with immediate effect and then went to town on the divorce. She was coarse with her vitriol, and took one-half of everything I had, which I didn't conflict … I was still well enough off to know a trade good 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 hindquarters looking out over the sea was baked in cheer.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groyne still stiffened a slight at the thought. What a scene it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree and rolled her lacerate body, wound round with her own viscera, 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. organic structure into the sea to be washed away, weighted so it would go down. bare swimming to wash away the origin and the tools we had used disposed of into the like salty grave that was taking my Little Girl to a better place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial turbulence upon arriving back in the UK to even think about the Police hooey. But it turned out that the forensic inquiry at Bridewell turned up zilch of short letter, and the jail cell soon opened again to visitant. I never went back.

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

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

I retook my seat and, with a smile 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 black bile. It was a year today since we killed the adulteress … an unbelievable passage of meter that somehow made the unhurt 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 cleansing agent,"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 well-heeled silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

"She was the only soul 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 Girl, 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 capitulum."I never made striking. Why would I. What was the degree ?"

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 start a new liveliness 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 Mr., 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 start for another month, and getting away now for a break, is a good thing."

I chuckled too.

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

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

"What ?"I said.

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

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

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