Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

He heard her gasp as she saw the first picture, then additional intakes of breath as she came across each new scene. She turned to him, her eyes full of questions… and uncertainty. "Dick? You look as if… like you were…"

"Enjoying it?"

"Yes."

"I was."

"But how could you?"

"Simple. I thought I was giving pleasure to you… just as you thought you were giving pleasure to me."

Sue was silent as she put the pictures back in the envelope. She remained silent, pensive, as they drove down the hill toward the lights of a small village. She said nothing when Dick stopped in front of the police station and roused the area Chief Constable out of a sound sleep. Vaguely, through churning emotions, she heard Dick say once to the Chief Constable, "I think you'll find the reason for a girl's suicide at Castle Fleur six months ago… plus I'm sure the London police and Scotland Yard will be very interested in the older photographs together with the sums of money indicated."

She sat there dazed, as Dick engaged the clutch and drove off. In the East, the sky was lightening as a new day approached.

They stopped twice: once to barn their photographs and the rolls of film shot of them. The ashes were thrown into the cleansing waters of a lake and disappeared from sight.

The second stop was equally memorable… for Sue was to discover that dreams and things that happen under duress can never be equated with the real thing. And when the boy and the girl had finally rolled away from each other, they discovered the dawn had come and a new day was there… full of promise and untold, coming delight.