American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

MJ clenched the paper cup in her hand, this was not the time to start feeling frustrated, she blamed herself in her heart.

"It's time to grab the nipples of fate and swing like a damned princess."

She took a deep breath, pushed the safety bar of the main entrance, and strode into a place where she hoped it wasn't a murder rape cult party.

"Oh my God"

Mj exclaimed, on the outside plain and boring, but inside, she was stunned.

Gwen wasn't lying, along one wall there were two sets of double-layered, what looked like storage boxes, painted clean white.

She had seen home footage of the building, but saw them unreal.

Even between them, she could see a small patch of grass, a few plants.

Although she found it ironic, she saw a small white plastic spike fence.

The concrete floor was spotless and had the effect of bricks etched on it.

Paths and dividing lines were drawn between each area of the warehouse.

I was still stunned, and on the other side was the office of the warehouse, painted light gray with open windows.

The plain curtains blew gently from the fan inside.

"Hey, Mj,"

Gwen waved his hand and came out of the nearest home.

"Oh, Gwen, uh, it's not what I thought."

Gwen smiled

"Yes, Peter is busy, you're the one over there, $1,000, he has a proper lease, I promise there won't be any problems,"

Is Gwen pretending to salute dirty? Mj asked her friend, but Gwen just quieted her down.

It's even better in an apartment, and a $1000 Mj can even relax looking for a job.

Not having to accept some more dubious modeling or acting work, and less likely to find photos of her in lingerie on the internet, or worse.

Models yes,, not even tasteful nudes.

She won't be that kind of model unless she's already established herself.

She had heard too many horror stories about being portrayed like that, true or not.

Those sexist bastards in the industry are bad enough, not to mention that she is expected to shoot nude scenes, or worse.

After scouting three rooms in the warehouse home, Mj is increasingly confident about moving here.

It was more spacious than she had imagined, and it had an urban kitsch pursuit.

Since the house was housed in a converted warehouse, she thought running water could have been a deal-breaker.

But the bathroom was fully equipped, in fact, the whole place was better than where she lives now, boldly say

"Gwen, find Peter, I'll sign it today."

Gwen screamed with joy and hugged her friend, it would be fun to be with Peter and Mj.

Peter suggested that they reduce their nocturnal activities, which annoyed her a little.

He became more and more daring, and they hardly spent the night alone.

But even though Poison complained, she had to admit that he was right, and she slept less and less.

Poison complained more and more, trying to take advantage of Peter while they slept.

Opening the front door, Gwen shouted into the warehouse floor

"Hey Peter, Mj wants to sign today."

None of them noticed that Peter was outside a mobile office, already down to his waist, drawing something.

Mj and Gwen were both startled, damn it, Peter was startled when she saw him without a top again.

Even though Lightning is not as lean as Peter on his training schedule, the man considered Frankenstein possesses more muscle tone and contour than a professional athlete in a season.

Her gaze stayed on him, and when he turned around, he grinned and bent down.

Mj blushed and turned around, realizing that she had been staring at him.

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