Kendra slowly opened her eyes, her left arm was flung over Cartman's chest - it didn't exactly make it over to the other side though - and she was resting her head in the crook of his right arm. The comforter of his bed was covering her from her collarbone, down. They'd stayed up most of the night making love, but she still woke up at ten in the morning.

She sighed and snuggled into his side, causing him to stir. He groaned and reluctantly opened his eyes. She smiled and pushed herself up to hover over him; she brought the comforter with her to keep her breasts covered. "Morning honey."

He smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand rested on her bum. "Morning." He squeezed her bum gently. "Last night was great."

"It was." She leaned down and kissed him. "You're an amazing lover."

"You're the one who's amazing," he laughed.

"What's funny?"

"I was just thinking," he began.

"You know that's dangerous," Kendra laughed.

"Funny," Cartman said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

She laughed for a bit longer and then asked, "So, what were you thinking about?"

"Just that I think it's a good thing that you were a whore back in Denver," he said without thinking about it first, causing an alarm of distress to sound off in her head. "You've had a lot of experience, so that's probably why you're so good in bed."

Kendra turned her face from him and climbed out of bed. He asked what was wrong as she pulled up her panties and slipped into her bra. "Nothing…it's nothing. I just normally go for jogging every Saturday morning," she paused as she put her t-shirt back on, "don't worry."

"Okay." Cartman stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist after she pulled up her pants. "You'll be back soon though, right?"

She chuckled and turned to kiss him. "Of course." She pecked him on the lips and then slipped into her parka. "I'm just gonna go for a quick jog and then come right back."

"I can't wait," he said with a devious smile.

She laughed and shook her head as he pulled his boxers up and they walked downstairs. "I don't want to sleep with you again when I get back."

"Why not?" He pouted.

Kendra's stomach began rumbling at that moment. "I'm hungry. When I get back, I expect breakfast."


"Don't worry, nothing fancy." She opened the door to leave. "You said you could cook pretty good, so just make something simple. Pancakes, eggs, you know, something like that."

Cartman sighed but nodded. "Okay then, but you owe me."

She chuckled. "We'll see." She left the house and shut the door behind her. She walked down to the sidewalk and then began jogging in the direction of her house.

Once Cartman's house was out of sight, she slowed to a walk and bent over, her hands on her knees, to catch her breath. When she was breathing regularly again, she sighed and continued towards her house with her hands in the pockets of her parka.

Cartman was so stupid! Saying that it was a good thing that she was a whore! What the hell was his problem?

Kendra sighed and hung her head as her house came into sight. "Why do I love him?" She muttered.

Across the street, Stan and Kyle were walking towards Cartman's from Stark's Pond. They saw Kendra walking towards her house and considered walking over to her, but both got a feeling that she wanted to be alone, so they continued to Cartman's house.

The door was unlocked when they arrived, so they walked right in. "Cartman," Kyle called, "where are you?"

"In the kitchen," Cartman called back.

Stan and Kyle walked into the kitchen, the aroma of blueberry pancakes wafted from where Cartman was standing at the stove, cooking. As he placed one of the fully cooked pancakes on a large plate next to the stove, Kyle leaned against the counter with his hand still linked with Stan's. "Smells good."


"Hey," Stan started, "do you know why Kendra is sad?"

"Sad?" Cartman looked at his friend with confusion deep in his eyes. "She was fine when she left for her jog."


"Yeah. She said that she goes for a jog every Saturday morning, and then left."

"Well, she was walking towards her house when we saw her and she looked sad."

He shrugged. "I couldn't tell you why."

"Maybe you said something before she left," Kyle said.

Cartman thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Nothing comes to mind. I mean, we did talk, but I didn't say anything to anger or sadden her."

"What did you talk about before she went on her jog?" Stan asked curiously.

"Well… We talked about last night…and then I told her that I was glad she was a whore back in Denver," Cartman said calmly as he flipped the pancake in the pan.

Kyle's mouth dropped in disbelief. "You…You didn't seriously say that, did you…?"

"Yeah. That whole part of her life has made her great in bed."

Stan smacked himself in the forehead and ran his hand down his face. "You're an idiot!"


Kyle waited until Cartman set the pancake on the plate and then smacked him upside the head. "You don't tell someone that you're glad that a dark part of their life occurred!"

"Ow! You goddamn Jew! What the hell's your problem?"

"My problem?"

"Yes, your problem," Cartman growled. "Where do you get off hitting the back of my head?"

"I think, honestly," Stan sighed, "we should beat the crap out of you for what you said to Kendra."

"Exactly!" Kyle agreed.

Cartman just sighed and turned the stove off. He realized then that what was he was a mistake, and that he may have hurt Kendra by saying that he was glad she'd been a whore. After a few moments, he sighed heavily and shook his head. "I fucked up."

"You did." Kyle and Stan both nodded.

Stan smiled at Cartman's realization, glad that he could admit it. "Well, let's go then."

"Go?" Cartman asked. "Go where?"

"You're going to go apologize to Kendra right now," Stan said plainly.

Kyle nodded in agreement and grabbed Cartman's wrist, dragging him behind him and Stan as they walked out of the Cartman residence and towards the McCormick's.

Kendra slipped into a strapless black dress that stopped at her knees. As she left her house, she slipped her feet into a pair of black ballet flats, but as she stepped out of the door, she stopped when she saw a girl with blonde hair and green eyes standing there with a pissed off glare in her eyes.

"Bebe?" She asked, making sure she wasn't just seeing things.

"That's me." Bebe lashed out immediately, trying to slap Kendra across the face, but her wrist was caught with ease. "Let go, you slut!"

Kendra's eyes narrowed. "What's your problem?"

"You took Clyde from me!"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh dear lord… Look," she released Bebe's arm, letting it drop to the blonde's side, "I don't want him, and I never will. The reason he dumped you is because he didn't think I really loved Cartman, and wanted to date me out of lust. Do you even know what he did when we were in the PAC?"

Bebe didn't answer, but her eyes said that she had no idea what Kendra was talking about. "No."

"Your lover raped me because I refused to date him."

"No!" She denied it immediately only because she didn't want to imagine Clyde doing that to anyone. "You're a liar! I bet you fucked him, that you raped him! You're the whore, after all!"

Kendra slapped Bebe as her rage that normally stayed subdued came to the surface quickly. "Why would I lie about something like that?"

"Whores lie all the time!" Bebe yelled.

"You would know," Kendra said through grit teeth.

Bebe tried to punch Kendra in her stomach, but the fist was dodged easily. Kendra responded by cloths lining Bebe as she ran past. She left the blonde lying on the ground clutching her throat as she walked slowly back to Cartman's. While she walked, she hoped that Cartman had realized what he had said to her was over the line and had thought of someway to apologize.