The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 2, Babs & Janet: Tiffany Calendar & Dining Room Pictures, Day 1, Section 1, Babs Confronts Tiffany: Calendar Porn Star and Manifest. ¶ Babs passes through a short alcove between the Back Door and into the Kitchen. “Goodbye, Cams. So long, paparazzi.” She returns to the cocoon where she controls the visuals. ¶ To the left across the Kitchen a bay window looks out just behind the side Porch and above the wooden cellar door. A dark Screen hangs on one wall. Babs walks across the Kitchen to check a door opposite the Back Door she entered through. This door leads to the front Parlor, previously locked, where she had caught her breath earlier. She looks down and confirms a Skeleton Key in the lock on this side of the Parlor door. ¶ She turns around. A table and chairs reside in the middle of the Kitchen, surrounded by cupboards, a stove, and a large sink. One of three understated, closed doors incorporated into the back wall opens into a pantry. {I have always wondered where the other two lead,} BB mulls to herself. {Maybe now that I’m the Monitor here, I can find out.} ¶ Later. Babs turns to her right and faces a sliding double door that invites entrance into the Dining Room. But before she can get through this door and face whatever challenges lie therein, she must first confront a large Calendar that hangs on the Kitchen wall just to the left of the doors. This unavoidable color picture vividly depicts a naked woman being triple penetrated via her “tongue, tinderbox, and tailpipe.” A title at the top identifies the sexing thumper as “Tiffany Porn Star.” ¶ The explicitness of the image stops Babs short. She knows if she canvasses it a second time even more challenging details will emerge. Another glance reveals that “Tiffany” also jerks off a cock in each hand, which spill cum onto this already drenched redhead. ¶ Babs closes her eyes and a wave of fear washes through her body. She squares her shoulders, opens her eyes, and tells the Calendar off, saying, “Well, Tiffany Porn Star, you’re quite this month’s delight.” ¶ Babs worries fear will gain possession of her being. ¶ Somewhere deep inside her, left-brain synapses nag for attention and Babs recalls another “Tiffany.” ¶ MomCap, Babs’ superior, had demanded BB memorize the Cosmos Manifest — the names of all seven Pledge arriving and their number of Garments. Some will arrive with two costume pieces, like the Bi-kini Babe, and some will wear only a single Garment. {And, yes, I do remember there’s a “Tiffany” on the Manifest.} ¶ Boss Babe studies the Calendar. {If “Tiffany Porn Star” is the same as “Pledge Tiffany,” then “Tiffany” could present a serious complication—with or without a cock in her mouth. Tiffany could be a most exhausting surprise. She’s got a lot more experience in the Game of Love than I do. At least here at School.} ¶ Babs shakes her head and rationalizes. {No. There is no way a Porn Star—a Whore—could ascend two ranks and Pledge here at the Cosmos House. That just doesn’t make sense.} ¶ BB tugs her bra straps upward. {Maybe Gamers think they can haze me, despite the fact I’ve been promoted.} ¶ Babs does not turn the pages; the current month sufficently rattles her self-confidence. Tests her. Temps her. ¶ Babs gathers her wits, stretches her body upward. {I will have to do my best to maintain discipline and make sure that when my Pledge sort out who Opts Up and who Opts Down that they don’t hurt each other. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I feel I can probably handle it.} ¶ BB furrows her brow. {Correction: I must handle it!}