Later that night...

Later that night, as darkness fell over the resort, Mary Jane sat on the cabin's porch, lost in thought. The cool night air raised goosebumps on her bare arms as she replayed her fight with Peter over and over. Part of her felt guilty for the cruel things she'd said, but another part thrilled at finally speaking her mind.

A rustle in the nearby bushes made her start. Craig emerged from the shadows, his lanky form illuminated by the porch light. He beckoned her over with a crooked finger, eyes darting warily towards the cabin's windows.

Mary Jane glanced back inside. Peter sat hunched over the small desk, tinkering with his web-shooters. He'd barely spoken two words to her since their argument, throwing himself into his work instead. She could see the tension in the set of his shoulders, the furrow of concentration on his brow as he tried to lose himself in the familiar task.

Quietly, she slipped off the porch and made her way to Craig. His acne-scarred face split into a wolfish grin as she approached.

"Hey Red," he murmured, pulling her close. His hands immediately found her ass, squeezing roughly. "Miss me?"

Mary Jane melted into his embrace, inhaling his scent - a mix of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke that she'd come to crave. "Maybe a little," she teased, nipping at his lower lip.

Craig kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth possessively. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily.

"I've got something for you," Craig said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small vial filled with a pale pink liquid. The label read "FEM-GX-9" in neat block letters.

Mary Jane took the vial, turning it over in her hands curiously. "What is this?"

"It's the answer to our Parker problem," Craig replied with a smirk. "Slip this into his drink tonight. It'll take care of everything."

A chill ran down Mary Jane's spine. "What do you mean? What will it do to him?"

Craig's grin widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Let's just say it'll make sure he can't satisfy you even if he wanted to. No more worrying about him pawing at what's mine."

Mary Jane's heart raced as she stared at the innocent-looking vial. This was crossing a line, she knew. Drugging her own husband...

"You'll do it, won't you?" Craig's voice was low and commanding. "Prove to me that you're really mine."

Mary Jane hesitated for just a moment.