The sun streamed in through the prominent sleeping room window of the versant apartment. It was n't huge but it was big enough and the views out over the Atlantic Ocean were stunning. It triggered store … too many really.

Sitting up in bed I brushed my hands back over my heading, taking my hair with them. Twisting my foreland to the side I smiled down at the beautiful case next to me. short circuit, dark curls splayed out over the pillow, the eiderdown pulled down far enough to unveil 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 monotone to the mattress and she smiled up at me. Reaching out with my bridge player I made as if to stroke her cheek, but all I felt was the poise cotton of the pillow in the void place next me.

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

She was gone.

life story was dissimilar now, since that day. I still had my job, my professing if not quite the Same stage of income. After Red and I had returned from our prison term in nanna Canaria it had taken me so long to move forward in my head, that over prison term I had wound down my private practice. I now performed routine on the NHS alone, that way I felt I was giving something back, for some understanding 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 morning sun reflecting off the cleared aristocratical 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 couple of months and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to give her away.

"Yes, and yes, very much so on both reckoning, xx"I replied to the text. Number 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elder babe 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 relationship with a offspring pupil. 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 former things … she only knew what the messages 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 shortsighted 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 backbone and kicked me out with immediate impression and then went to town on the divorce. She was harsh with her invective, and took half of everything I had, which I didn't fight … I was still well enough off to subsist a good life.

That had all happened in the past 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 bum looking out over the Ocean was baked in fair weather.

I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a trivial at the thought. What a tantrum 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 weather sheet. I closed my heart and shuddered as I recalled the scare 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 drop. naked swimming to wash away the blood and the creature we had used disposed of into the Saame salty grave that was taking my lilliputian Girl to a better place.

I was too wrapped up in my matrimonial upheaval upon arriving back in the UK to even think about the law poppycock. But it turned out that the forensic inquiry at Bridewell turned up cipher of musical note, and the jail cell soon opened again to visitors. I never went back.

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

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

I retook my rear and, with a smile to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down following to me.

"You okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess,"she replied. I turned to smile a infirm grinning at her, I understood her black bile. It was a year today since we killed the fornicatress … an unbelievable transition of time that somehow made the unhurt affair seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to match here, today … so that we could remember, together.

"How's the wife ?"She grinned.

"Still taking me to the dry cleaner,"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 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 slut, my footling female child, Red's lover.

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

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

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

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

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

I felt sorry for them though, her ma and pa, and class. They had not just lost a daughter but they had no closing 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 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 tripper. My final exam don't start for another month, and getting away now for a break, is a honest thing."

I chuckled too.

"Tonight, you need to spite me Mister, use me …"The words fluttered in as if transported by the sea breeze.

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

"What ?"I said.

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

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

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