Over to the Daily Bugle

Spiderman hurried home, eager to find his wife and have a little fun with her.

He was severely disappointed when he got to there only to find that she wasn?t home, but had left a note on the kitchen-table telling him that she had gotten offered the cover-shoot on the issue of some semi-pornographic magazine for men.

So, while he was standing there with a raging lust to see her naked, she was off planning to have some other photograph her wearing different bikinis. Great.

Taking off the mask and starting to strip off the rest of his uniform, Peter hit the answering-machine, seeing if there had been any calls for him.

The last message was from Robbie Robertson, editor-in-chief at the Daily Bugle.

?Peter, this is Robbie. Come to the office as soon as possible, we?re in need of a photographer.?

?Work, even better. Oh, well best to get on with it.? Peter muttered and then jumped into the shower, washing away the sweat from his body with ice-cold water.

After getting dressed again, he headed out and took the subway to the Daily Bugle.

Well there, he could hear J. Jonah Jameson raving and chanting inside his office.

One of the secretaries, who Peter suddenly found to be kind of cute, immediately sent him to the office.

As soon as he stepped inside Jameson?s office, the old man let out a:

?Ah, Parker! You?re here! Where the hell have you been!??

?Easy Jonah? Hey Peter.? Robbie said from where he stood against the wall.

?What?s going on?? Peter asked, used to his boss? little mood-swings.

?What?s going on?? Jameson repeated rhetorically. ?Let me tell me you what?s going on. That hack Eddie Brock failed to show up again, so now we have a story without any pictures. And it?s for tomorrow?s issue. I need those photos taken, pronto!? Jameson puffed his cigar.

?Whose to be photographed?? Peter asked.

?I?ll tell you?? Jameson began.