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Peter and Felicia sat together on the four-poster bed, leaning against a stack of pillows. Both of them were speechless, taking in the sight of Mary Jane Watson semi-nude, watching breathlessly as she fiddled with the iPod dock.

“Should’ve brought some popcorn,” Felicia said.

“Think we can pass a zoning bylaw about her wearing anything over her tummy?” Peter asked.

“I can hear you!” Mary Jane said.

“You’d be allowed to wear clothes outside, ya big baby,” Felicia said. “And if it helps, I would be willing to treat this apartment as an underwear-only zone.”

“You don’t already?”

“I was assuring you I didn’t have any concealed weapons!”

“It’s been a year. I think I can trust you.”

“Not when you’re dressed like that…” Felicia glanced aside. “MJ, we haven’t even touched Peter and already…”

“Please hold your applause!” Mary Jane stressed.

“I could always hold it for him…”

Mary Jane got her iPod successfully interfaced with the stereo. ‘My Pony’ flowed out of the speakers like champagne into a glass.