Preview (and also sorry about no Bitchmaster last month, but you knows how its ises)

Work let out early for Peter the only way it ever did for him. Jameson fired him over an imaginary slight, which meant he’d be hired back the next day with a little something extra from Robbie. It was all fun and games, Peter thought as he drove home in the middle of the day, but he had to admit, the universe was not being subtle about telling him it was time for a change. Being on staff at the Daily Bugle was one thing when the Regent was in power. Now he had to increasingly step out and act as Spider-Man to keep the peace. To say nothing of the salary. Jameson always came through for him when he really needed it, but that was hardly stable. Working for skinflint J. Jonah might’ve been good for a laugh when he was a teenager, but he was pushing forty now. He needed a real job, and not just being a substitute teacher. Something that could provide for his family, especially in the event that he got himself killed. 

Hell, suppose Mary Jane got herself killed. Or both of them! Mary Jane had family who could take care of Annie, and he had plenty of friends who would look after her, but still. He didn’t want to leave anything to chance. He needed real money, real honest-to-God fuck you money, and that wouldn’t come from horsing around at the Bugle or working nine-to-five at Midtown High. He’d have to think of something.

But first, he had to delicately maneuver around just what he was doing back in domestic bliss with MJ so early. He could just blow off and Spider-Man around until quitting time, but that was hardly honest. Besides, Mary Jane was not a stupid lady—she would catch on. And no matter how he explained that Jameson didn’t mean it, MJ would still worry. He needed to break it to her gently, find some way to keep her from freaking out. Unfortunately for him, since Annie had been born, Mary Jane could have a bad habit of freaking out on behalf of all the female members of the Parker clan. 

But if he managed to really charm the pants off her—pun intended—he could really enjoy his day off. That last, surprisingly vigorous session with Mary Jane had proved the addictive nature of Ms. Watson-Parker: the more he got of her, the more he wanted.

Maybe we could film a porno, he thought to himself. That might pay for Annie’s college education. But which would make more money—costumes on or off?