Flash hadn't really paid that much attention to the box or even the names of the actors...it was a porno film, who would? But he stared, puzzled at first and then with sheer amazement by the end of the film, as MJ performed as Dana Slutty...a most appropriate name given how she was behaving. She'd always been a bit...uninhibited, but this was ridiculous. He watched it 5 more times (just to be sure, of course....). He fretted over the next few days about what to do...and then finally decided to make a call.
"Parker residence," Mary Jane said as she picked up the phone.
"MJ, this is Flash. I just wanted to know...have you told Peter about what you're doing?"
A tingle of alarm shot through the curvaceous redhead. "Wh...what do you mean?"
"You know what the hell I mean!", he retorted. "I saw that flick you were in. What the HELL are you doing? Pete would blow a gasket if he knew that you were making those kinds of films!"
"I...I....", she stammered, trying to think of something. "Look, why don't you come over and I'll explain the whole thing. I...uhhh...don't really wanna talk about it over the phone."
"Okay, but this had better be REAL good," the ex-jock fumed.
As she hung up the phone, her mind was awhirl with panic. She'd been so careful to make sure that he didn't find out...and given that he'd kept his own secret from her for so many years, she didn't feel at all guilty about having some fun on the side. She loved him, but he was so square sometimes...and kind of dull in bed. But now Flash was going to ruin it all. What the hell was she going to do?
As she paced nervously, her eyes fell on the computer. "No, no," she murmured to herself. "I...I couldn't! I mean, changing myself is one thing...but Flash?"
But as the minutes ticked by and she saw Flash's car pull up in front of the building, she found no other solution. Quickly she booted up the program, typing franticallly. As she heard the knock on the door, she hit "Execute" and then went over to open it.