Sarah casually saunters over to her laptop and sees that she has no mail. Spencer, shirtless and in boxers, hears his computer tinging at him, so he goes over to investigate and sees that LongLegs2000 is online. Sarah writes, "Hey," and then says to herself, "Oh, she'd do a little smiley," so she writes, "Hey. :)" Ah, the forgotten art of smileys. So subtle, so meaningful, so punctuated. Geddit? A colon and an end parenthesis? Punctuated? Never mind. Spencer tells Sarah-as-Leya that he's decided not to be so bossy, and that he wants her to be in charge. "Meaning?" Sarah writes. "What are you wearing?" Spencer writes. I see -- he wants her to be in charge of the sex stuff. That's really, uh, big of him. Sarah writes that she's wearing pajamas. Eeeew! Spencer's chest is glistening, like he's sweaty. That's not attractive in the least, and all I can think of is that scene from The Spy Who Shagged Me when Heather Graham is in bed with a greasy Fat Bastard. Spencer asks, "The silk ones? Did you ever get that strawberry juice out? That was a hot night," and the closed-captioning says he "chuckles." Sarah is taken aback. Maybe it's occurred to her that talking intimately online with someone else's boyfriend isn't quite kosher. Sarah asks what Spencer is wearing. Or maybe not. Spencer tells her, "White boxer briefs. The ones you videoed me in." Yuck, yuck, yuck! Videoed him doing what? "So go ahead, Lay, you're in charge. I'll do anything you want," Spencer types provocatively. Of course, it's fairly easy to be provocative when you are calling someone "Lay." Nothing more from either one of them -- just cheese-stuffed sax music and typing. Okay, all we need is for them to take a bath, make tuna fish sandwiches, and get Garofalo and Chaplin on the set. Please? Then Spencer says, "Oh, yeah," and I am saved by a Passat commercial.