Forever

Amon laid in black swim trucks on a large dark blue towel watching the sun set below the horizon. The sunset glistened off his ocean soaked six pack and reflected off his black sunglasses. He laid with his arms behind his head of soaking wet black hair, quite as a mouse, just enjoying the warm breeze coming from the ocean. A girl approached him. She had on a red string bikini and silver sunglasses with a large pink towel wrapped around her tiny waist. She walked across the hot white sand over to where Amon was laying and stood next to him on the left. "Well, now what?" She asked in a soft voice. Amon sat up and leaned on his hands, still looking out across the ocean. "I don't know." He replied, this being the first time in his life he's had relaxation time. The wind blew and rustled a near by palm tree. Some waves crashed up against the shore only inches from where Amon laid. The girl closed her eyes as the gentle ocean breeze blew back her golden-blond hair. "Amon? Do you think it's really over?" She asked and looked down at him. "Yeah. It's over." He replied.
Amon sat completely up and the girl put her hand on his left shoulder. The sun was now almost completely gone. The only light was coming from a few windows at their exceptionally large beach house only about 10 feet behind them. Amon put his right hand over her's. "It's beautiful." She replied looking out across the now almost darkened ocean. "Not as beautiful as what I'm seeing." Amon said playfully as the girl looked down at him and saw he was looking up at her over his sunglasses. "Amon." She giggled. "Yes Robin?" He asked as he pulled her onto of him. Robin laughed as the pink towel was removed from her wait and wrapped around both their bodies.
They rolled around atop Amon's towel, lips locked. A few laughs and giggles managed to escape as bathing suits were slowly removed and tossed aside.
Only a few feet behind the couple was a green beach bag. Inside this bag, was brown padded envelope that was torn open at one end. Inside this envelope were five black and white photographs that were stills taken from a satellite. Three of the photos were close-ups of three dead people; two girls and one boy; lying on the ground. The next photo was an ariel shot of the man who killed the hunters and the three hunters lying dead on the ground. The final photo was of the man running away from the scene with his arm around a girl. Along with the photographs, was a short letter hand written.
'Enclosed are the five photos that I was able to steal from Solomon's satellite database. The video footage from the satellites has been deleted and destroyed completely and the only evidence are these five photos. Do with them as you wish. Your names have been deleted from all records and files. You have a new start on life. Goodbye and good luck. Michael. PS. Nagira and I say congratulations and good luck with your marriage and new lives'
Laughter was heard again as the two continued to have fun on the blue towel, under the pink towel on the white sands under the starry skies of their private Californian beach home.