"Let me answer for him," said Wade. "I couldn't help but notice your-- activities the past few nights. Such a waste! And from what you were saying in your diary--"

"Wade, is that really any of your business!"

"I thought that's what you wanted."

"To be spied on?" fumed Kim.

"To have Ron make the first move. At the rate you guys were going, I'm surprised you were even holding hands."

"That doesn't give you the to right watch me-- oh, I can't even say it!"

"Jill off?" chimed in Ron. Kim glared at him. Ron cleared his throat and said, "Ok, shutting up."

"So you've been showing the camera footage to Ron."

Indignant, Wade said, "Kim, I'm surprised at you, what kind of perv do you think I am? Consider the ethics involved--"

"You mean like the ethics involved with chipping someone?" asked Kim. She focused her attention on Ron, who was totally oblivious to what she was hinting at.

Regardless, Ron decided to speak up. "You know, I didn't see any of the footage, and I never asked him to set any of this up. Wade came to me and said that you'd been-- frustrated. That I needed to step up and," he paused for dramatic effect, "be a man."

Kim focused her attention back at the kimmunicator. "Wade?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I saw you pull out Mr. Purple--"

Kim shook her fists out of frustration. "Will you guys stop calling it that!"

"Ok, ok-- so when I saw you pull out your dildo--"

"Uh, maybe I prefer 'Mr. Purple' after all."

"Anyway, I gave Ron a call. I thought you might appreciate the company. I left the rest up to him."

"And the fact that you'd get more of a show out of it had nothing to do with any of this, am I right?"

The sarcasm was not lost on Wade. "Well, Ron was the one that asked me to burn him a copy." She glared in Ron's direction yet again as he fought the instinct to hide under the bed with Mr. Purple.

Unsure of what to think, she turned off the kimmunicator without another word and set it back on the nightstand. She opened up the little drawer and scraped around inside for the nail polish left over from the last Halloween. Pulling the pandaroo out of Ron's arms, she painted a coat of black over the eye that held the camera. She hesitated momentarily and painted a coat over the other eye as well, just in case. There. That would be the end of Wade's spying. She set her now tainted collectible back on her headboard and flopped down on her mattress.

Ron flopped down next to her, struggling to find the words that might somehow make her forgive the pig-headedness of his raging hormones.