"One final touch" he reminded himself,then took the blue sweater without the arms, and slipped it over hishead, making sure that the hood was in back ...nd the spider symbol was infront. Perfect. Peter couldn't help but thinking how nice the costume looked onhim. It looked much better on Mary Jane's body than it ever had on hisclone, Ben Reilly. Not only had this costume provided the answer to theproblem of a new identity, it also gave him an edge. An edge in the form of the special web. "Come in!" Malice lay heavy in Clare's sing-song tone. "Noooo...!" Kim hissed in protest, but it was too late. The door swung open to reveal Lard-U-Like's Head of Accounts, Sandra. "Woah!" Sandra was a dumpy blonde woman in her early fifties. She was shorter than Clare, but carried much more weight, the fat hanging off her arms and legs in great sacks. She stared for a moment at Kim impaled on her boss's forearms before she shuffled in and discretely shut the door behind her. "So little Miss. I hope one day you are making these stains thinking about how it was with me today, I want you to put a callus on your dick from you beating it when you think how it was. Donnie, listen to me. I 'm like that girl you knew in junior high who was a total tease, talked about sex and fucking ALL the time, but who never, ever put out. Do you remember her?" That was an easy one. Donnie shook his head and laughed." I sure do. " "I'll bet she got your dick so hard, Donnie, but I'm different than her. I. I was surprised when I heard a knock on the door, because no one else was at home. I had forgotten all about locking the door and the next thing I knew a black guy was sticking his head in my bedroom, saying where is everyone. I didn't have a clue who he was or what he was doing just walking in my house like that. He told me that he was a friend of my daughters and was married to one of their friends. Needless to say, I was sitting in my room in just a short gown, and no panties. He told me.