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soon. The Lizard had vanished again; Venom had taken himselfawaywith
what Peter knew he would consider "unfinished business"---namely the
killing of Spider-Manmstill incomplete. But even Venom, Peter thought,
must want a few days off every now and then .... While Peter, as
Spider-Man, had been swinging all over the countryside--a matter not
made simpler by the generally low lying quality of Floridian flora, and
the fact that only in Miami proper were there skyscrapers worthy of the
name--MJ had been modeling away at her best speed. She had been
working, among other things, on magazine shoots and some other light
photographic work. She had also been indulging in her usual fairly
frenetic networking nit would not have been MJ's style to ignore the
possibility of future work, even though she was presently working her
butt off. Between work sessions in a bar in South Beach, she had met,
completely by chance, another model who knew someone who knew someone
in New York who needed a hand model.

Peter had blinked at her when she told him about this the first time.
'"you mean to tell me," he'd said, "that there are actually people who
just show their hands and nothing else?"

"Sure," MJ said. "You see them on TV. I bet you've just never thought
about it before. Commercials for jewelry and softer than-soft
dishwashing liquid and hand creams and rubber gloves--things like that.
It's all hand models."

They had been sitting in a restaurant at the time. MJ had been
admiring her nails in a general sort of way. "Mikey--he's the
underwear model I was telling you about--Mikey said that it's really
hard to find a hand model without any wrinkles or spots at my age, the
way the ozone layer's been changing

the past ten years. It seems everyone suddenly has freckles and
stuff. Whereas I"-and she glanced again at one hand in bemusement--"I
just don't seem to have had that problem."

"That," Peter said, "is because you always keep your hands in your
pockets. Most unladylike."

'q(eah." She giggled. "That's what they all said when I was growing
up. If I'd known then that I could get a thousand bucks a day for it,
I'd have ignored them even harder than I did." "A thousands! You
kidding, right?"

She shook her head. "If you can find the work," MJ said. "It's very
specialized, and there just aren't that many people who can do
it--whose hands still look perfect up close to the hot lights and the
big sensitive camera lenses. Once you start doing it' she smiled; it
was a slightly feral look-"they tend to keep you on, and they tend to
give you as much more of that kind of work as you can take."