Unlike Bebe, Wendy was perfectly capable of ignoring the cell phone's incessant ringing. In fact, she liked it. Cartman's personalized ring tone was like music to her ears. It symbolized Cartman's desperation. His anger. His desire for her instead of some porn girl, which in Wendy's opinion he should have thought more about before keeping his porn stash.

The only thing missing from the equation was actual remorse. Once Cartman possessed that, perhaps Wendy would speak with him again. Unfortunately, that meant that it was going to be a very long wait. Cartman didn't feel bad for keeping porn and some would argue he was right to believe he'd done nothing wrong. He and Wendy had made it two weeks without speaking, but Cartman was starting to crack first.

"You're so stubborn!" Bebe said, clutching her ears to drown out the sound. "Just answer your damn phone!"

Wendy frowned. "Sorry. He left a message this time. He won't call back."

"He'd better not."

The girls returned to enjoying cups of coffee in the kitchenette of Bebe's apartment. Fully-stuffed shopping bags surrounded them on the floor. After taking a few sips of java Bebe couldn't help but pose a question to her girlfriend.

"What's the big deal anyway?"

"Bebe! How can you say that? How would you feel if your boyfriend looked at porn?"

"He does. I don't care."

Wendy paused, her cup inches from her lips. "He does?"

"Yeah. In fact we watch it together. It's great! It makes us horny and we take it out on each other."

Wendy wasn't surprised by Bebe's behavior. Sometimes she wondered why they were friends. They didn't share many moral values. Perhaps it's true what they say about opposites attracting. In a platonic sense of course.

"Well, I don't think that way. I seriously doubt that intentionally looking at other people is going to bring me closer to somebody."

Bebe shrugged. "You'd be surprised."

"What about the exploitation of women? Women in pornography films are degraded and humiliated in front of the world. Those girls are all someone's mom or daughter or wife. It's horrible!"

"But some girls choose to go into porn. It's legal, it's easy and it means you're hot."

"No one chooses to go into porn. They're either forced into it or they go into it because they have no other options in life. Then as soon as the actress' looks fade they're thrown away."

"Nuh-uh. Then they just do fetish porns like fat girls or old people sex."

Wendy sighed. She took another sip of coffee. "Well be that as it may, the point is I don't like it. A good boyfriend should respect my wishes and selflessly throw away his porn if I want him to. Cartman's being a selfish jerk. As usual. He wants me and his precious porn and he's not getting both."

Bebe stood up from her chair. She brought her now empty coffee mug over to the sink to wash it. "All I know is I'm not about to make Kenny give up porno. If he does I'd have to be fair and give up mine too. Screw that."

"Fine! Since you and Cartman love porn so much why don't you go fuck him?" Wendy said angrily.

"Wendy calm down. Best friends are allowed to have different viewpoints. Besides, I'd never fuck Cartman. I still can't believe that you do. No offense."

Wendy placed her face into her hands. Her long black hair fell down over her eyes and shoulders. "I'm sorry. I'm just upset. I just wish I was good enough for him, you know?"

"What are you talking about? You're more than good enough for him. He's fat and racist and mean. He's lucky you even look at him."

"You know what I mean."

Bebe returned to the table and picked up Wendy's empty cup. She returned to the sink and began washing it next. "Wendy, you're a great catch. It's not your fault men are horny bastards. If you really feel so strongly about this then you need to talk to Cartman about it."

"Ha. Like he'll listen?"

"So make him listen. You're smart. If porn's so bad, show him why."

Wendy thought for only a moment before smirking. Bebe looked her best friend in the eyes with much concern. What idea had she just spawned in the mind of a vengeful woman?

"Thank you Bebe. I know what I have to do now. I'll see you at school."

Wendy stood up from the table, retrieved her shopping bags and exited the apartment, eager to begin her master plan.

"What did I just do?" a worried Bebe said.

To Be Continued