The sun streamed in through the expectant sleeping room window 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 script back over my head, taking my hair's-breadth with them. Twisting my head to the side I smiled down at the beautiful face next to me. Short, night curls splayed out over the pillow, the duvet pulled down far sufficiency to bring out her bare shoulder joint 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 handwriting I made as if to stroke her cheek, but all I felt was the cool cotton of the pillow in the empty space next me.

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

She was gone.

animation 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 clock time in nan Canaria it had taken me so long to move forward in my head, that over fourth dimension 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 away from my throat as once again, my mentation trailed away, before a glint from the too soon morning sun reflecting off the clear blue piss took me away from my reverie. Here on the passel sides surrounding San Agustin was where I wanted to be, especially at this time.

My sound buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the subject matter. It was daughter figure 2. She was getting married in a couple of months and she was repeat checking that I would be going, and prepared to apply 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 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 wife knew about my kinship with a Pres Young 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 phone. She called me sick, perverted and so many other things … she only knew what the message 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 brusque months that my niggling young woman and I were together changed my animation forever. I missed her still … I pined for her. There was no way that I could just go back to domestic help harmony.

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

That had all happened in the preceding twelve month, to the day, since we had played out the terminal act, here on this very mountainside.

******

I sat gazing out to sea. The wooden rear end looking out over the Ocean was baked in sun.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My inguen still stiffened a little at the thought. What a tantrum it had been ! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and rolled her pull consistency, wound bout with her own innards, 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 slide down. nude swimming to dampen away the profligate and the peter we had used disposed of into the Lapplander salty tomb that was taking my Little Girl to a unspoiled place.

I was too wrapped up in my marital upheaval upon arriving back in the UK to even think about the Police stuff and nonsense. But it turned out that the forensic interrogation at Bridewell turned up zippo of note, and the cells soon opened again to visitors. I never went back.

"Hi mister,"I looked up and smiled. It was the kickoff time I had seen her since we parted at Manchester drome. We texted occasionally … she knew about my divorce … we both needed to bang that the other was there. We had a bloody, gory adhesiveness to tie us together.

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

I retook my seat and, with a grin to notice 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 slut … an incredible musical passage of time that somehow made the whole affair seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to come across here, today … so that we could commend, together.

"How's the wife ?"She grinned.

"Still taking me to the 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 well-heeled silence.

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

"Me too."I added.

"She was the lonesome 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 hussy, 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 head."I never made striking. Why would I. What was the point ?"

She was right of course, just as she had been right at the fourth dimension about there being no recriminations, because the slut would just go down as a ‘ missing adult'who had chosen to start a new life history 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 of action I wouldn't. I couldn't … never.

"She wanted it … the death."I said, as if trying for some rationality 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 misstep. My final don't start for another month, and getting away now for a breach, is a good thing."

I chuckled too.

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

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

"What ?"I said.

She shook her drumhead,"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 trine bound in line was still together … which is the way it would be, forever .