The red painted nails of her delicate fingers closed around her erect nipples, rolling and
squeezing the excited buds between finger and thumb. Maria gasped aloud at the power of
the sensations it produced; it had been so long now, for over a year the throbbing sexual
need within her had been steadily growing.
	She watched her naked reflection in the long mirror of her bedroom as she cupped her
firm breasts and weighed them in the palms of her hands. The tugging ache deep within her
vulva, her clitoris hardening at odd times during the day and night, all the sensations
coming to her in increasing frequency and strength. The waiting was over, she had known
this for sometime but now even her body was signalling its impatience.
	Maria delighted in what she saw; the transformation was complete, so very different to
the woman she had been a year ago. Her raven black hair falling down onto her shoulders,
the smooth and unblemished olive skin that Sicilian women naturally acquire gave her a
simmering sexual aura. The firm symmetrical breasts with the dark rings surrounding her
nipples, the neat waist and narrow hips gave her an athletic and honed appearance. With
her flashing dark eyes and full red lips she simply oozed sexuality and pouted teasingly
at her reflection. Her body and sexuality would be her weapons and she intended to use
them to their fullest in the coming crusade.
	The cool ceramic tiles refreshed her bare feet in the blistering Sicilian heat as she
turned and posed before the mirror. Her mind wandered back in time as her hands roamed
sensually down over the firm contours of her buttocks; the red painted nails glowing
brightly against her tanned skin.
	All of the research and probing was at last over, a full year of recuperation and
studying to try to make sense of it all and to try to solve the puzzle. Endless phone
calls and letters, sleepless nights and much heartache but driven relentlessly onward with
that burning thirst for revenge that all Sicilian women possess.
	There was a growing need within her to once again take control of herself - and of
others.
	Her hand moved now to cup her mons and to cover the thick black thatch of pubic hair
between her thighs. She pressed and gripped the erect bud of her clitoris to savour the
wonderful and long awaited sensations of pure sexual excitement. The slender middle finger
of her hand pressed up into the moist pink folds of her inner lips to send tingling shards
of pleasure darting through her entire body. Maria`s eyes closed and her head sank back as
she pressed and rubbed herself, shifting her feet apart slightly to prepare for her
fingers to enter fully.
	Visions filled her mind, of a stiff twitching cock aching to get inside her, a thick
veiny shaft of warm and excited pulsing pleasure. She cried out as her two fingers pushed
up inside her pussy to stretch her labia wide and to fill her insides so gratefully. She
was, she imagined, pressed back against a wall, his hot excited breath on her chest as he
kissed and sucked on her nipples. His hard cock buried deep up inside her as his hips
lunged urgently and brutally into her. Maria`s back arched to force her hips forward onto
her probing fingers. Her mouth hung open and she whimpered her delight as her imaginary
man rammed into her body. Twitching little convulsions gripped her, spears of electric
sensations raced through her; she tensed and bucked her hips wildly as the pounding
feelings came to her. Her body locked rigid and she cried out as she came, the orgasm tore
through her body like a tornado to tug excitingly at every nerve end. Her knees buckled
and she slumped to the floor moaning softly in the warm and comforting state of post
orgasmic bliss.

								***
	
Dressed in just a tiny pair of tight white panties Maria leaned on the balcony rail of
the villa and looked out over the surrounding mountains. Her mountains she liked to call
them, she would miss them in her time away, the villa was her home and she felt a pang of
regret at having to leave it all. She sighed wistfully at the thought, she would return -
that much was certain - but only when her task was completed.
	Maria straightened and stretched lazily. The planning had been done, the details worked
out and checked time and again - today it would begin - and with a vengeance.
	She settled herself at the big mahogany desk in her study, opened the file to the first
page, checked the telephone number and dialled. She waited for the international
connection and that ringing tone so peculiar to England.
	"Hello, Gordon Briars," the man`s voice said in curt salutation.
	"Gordon, it`s Maria - phoning from Sicily."
	A stunned silence followed before he responded.
	"Maria!" he gushed insincerely. "How lovely to hear from you again. How
are you?"
	Maria noted the false sincerity in his voice, it didn`t surprise her, and in fact she
had almost expected it. His voice betrayed hesitancy also, just two facets of Gordon`s
vile character.
	"Fine thanks, back to and better than my old self."
	Another short silence followed before Gordon offered hesitantly.
	" Listen Maria, about Jonathan, I was so sorry."
	"History, Gordon, history," Maria said and `lying bastard` she thought.
"Listen, I`m coming back to England for a while."
	"Is that wise, Maria?"
	"It isn`t open to discussion Gordon, my mind is made up and that`s final," she
said firmly. "You offered - when I left - the use of your flat if ever I needed it,
and I now need."
	"But of course. You do understand that I am away a great deal on assignment and you
would have to fend for yourself."
	"Not a problem, " she said sounding deliberately mournful. "I still need
time to myself so that arrangement could work quite well."
	"Yes, yes of course. I`m here up to and over the weekend and then I leave for North
Africa for a six-week assignment - when were you thinking of coming?"
	"Be there Friday - that sound okay to you?"
	There was a slight pause and then.
	"Fine, look forward to seeing you then," he said and added begrudgingly,
"need a lift from the airport?"
	"No thanks I`ll be fine, few things to do first."
	" I understand, look forward to Friday then."
	Again Maria noted the lack of sincerity in his voice but she needed this contact with
him, it was part of her scheme and she would work it as she had planned.
	"You`re a good friend Gordon, you always have been," she said warmly crossing
herself as she spoke the words.
	"Hush my sexy Latin temptress, see you Friday, bye for now," Gordon smoothed
sickeningly and hung up. 
	Maria ran her hand over the airline ticket on the desk in front of her. He was so
predictable, but then he always had been. She looked forward very much to seeing Gordon
again but this time it would be better; she would use the little shit and he would be
blissfully unaware that she was doing so - until that is, she felt it was time that he
should know.