He was ready. I was ready. Thus ended Day 10. We had found this spot off a public beach shortly after we arrived. It’s one of those postcard beaches...which attracts a crowd during the tourist season. After Labor Day it’s often vacant. What nobody does, to our delight, is use the trail that runs off that beach along the shore. It goes for five miles until it reaches the next beach, which also has road access and which is often vacant. With no reason for people to use the long trail between them,. She wrapped her legs around me as tightly as before and held on with one hand. I lowered us into the water watching her close her eyes. I closed mine, reached out with one hand and called “Marco!”Lowered into the water like we were, it was easier to move. I even realized I could let go of her with my other hand, considering how tightly as she was wrapped around me, but when I did, reaching for someone I heard on that side, she brought her other hand back to hold on to me. I didn’t jump or lunge. “To stop me sitting and worrying” was her reasoning behind it. I left her for a while and knew when she would be sparked out and completely asleep. She sleeps so soundly when she is fully asleep. As I entered the bedroom, I check to see that she was fully asleep, which she was. Pulling the bed covers off her, it revealed her lying there with her short T-Shirt type night dress on . It had ridden up to expose her very hairy bush. I. I even washed it down with a bleach solution.Then I removed my thrift store work clothes, and thew them into the fifty gallon metal burn barrel. I ran naked back into the barn. It took me several minutes to stop shivering. I didn’t know how much of it was from the cold, and how much was from the gruesome job that I had just finished. Re-disposing of Jarrett’s remains was not a pleasant task, I assure you. As far as I was concerned there was no longer any solid evidence against me. Also enough.