South Park Elementary, recess time. Stan was sitting alone in the playground, feeling depressed. He couldn't stop thinking about the events regarding Shelly of the last few days. The other three boys approached him.

"Hey, dude." Kyle greeted.

"Hey." Stan replied, despondent.

"What's wrong?"

"Let me guess, the Eighth Graders again?" Cartman asked.

"Dude, just forget about them!" Kyle urged. "Never mind that they're a bunch of pervert assholes!"

"That's not the problem!" Stan shouted. "I've been hearing them saying those things about Shelly for a long time, and then… stuff happened."

Cartman was curious. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?"

And that was as far as Stan would go. He wouldn't tell them about the two times he saw his sister naked.

"...just stuff." Managing to evade the question, he continued.

"Those guys keep saying those things, and that's messing with my head. They say that she's hot, and now…"

"Now what?" Again Cartman.

"…now I think she's hot too."

The three reacted with disgust at that revelation.

First Kyle. "Aw, man!"

Then Kenny. "(Really?)"

And finally Cartman. "That's sick, dude."

Stan was not surprised. "Tell me about it! I don't know what to do!"

Kyle then sat beside his friend. "Look, Stan, I think I have an idea of what you're through."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Bebe and I had a talk about this sometime ago. Listen, you and Shelly live under the same roof, so it's natural that you two are quite intimate. Bet you walked in on her in the shower once."

Stan didn't answer. Just remembering that one encounter was too much for him.

"Anyway, all of that might cause something called 'sexual tension'. You just need to do something radical and get it over with."

The other three boys gave Kyle a funny look.

"Sexual… tension?" Stan questioned.

And now Cartman. "Something radical? Like what?"

"Now you got me. Bebe never clarified that for me." Kyle answered.

Puzzled, Cartman took a few seconds to process Kyle's idea, and then spoke up.

"Are you suggesting that Stan does something sexual with his own sister? Jesus, Kyle, keep your sick fantasies to yourself!"

Kyle glared at him. Stan then got off the bench.

"Seriously, guys, this isn't helping. I need to take a walk, clear my mind."

He walked off, and moved a few yards away from his previous location, before realizing that someone was trying to catch up with him.

"(Hey, Stan, wait!)"

Stan turned around. "What do you want, Kenny?"

"(I think I have a solution for your problem.)"

"What solution?"

Kenny pulled a piece of paper from the pocket of his parka and gave it to Stan. There were a name of a woman and an address written on it.

"What is this?" Stan asked.

"(Some chick I met on the streets. I was saving this for when I was older, but I guess you need that more than me.)"

Figuring out what the paper was for, Stan confronted Kenny.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck am I gonna do with a hooker?"

"(Hey, hey, I was just trying to help.)" Kenny backed away. "(Look, you can keep that. Whatever you do with it, it's up to you.)"

He turned around and walked off. Stan stared at the paper, pondering whether he should do something with it.

Later that night, in the Marsh Residence, Shelly was watching TV, when she noticed Stan passing by her, walking toward the front door.

"Hey, turd. Where are you going this late?" She asked.

Caught by surprise, Stan tried to come up with an answer. "Uh… Kyle asked me for help with his… homework, so… yeah, I'm going."

Stan quickly exited the house, making Shelly suspicious.