The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 2, Babs & Janet: Tiffany Calendar & Dining Room Pictures, Day 1, Section 6, Babs Tells Janet: Anxiety & Opportunity & Torment ¶ Boss Babe focuses the discussion on her own concerns. After all, this is BB’s House. Babs acquires boldness, draws up to full height, and points at herself on the wall, careful not to touch or tap her own visage. “There was nothing I could do last Term to contain my areolage.” ¶ “Ah, chagrin!” Janet praises her former Roommate. “And still today! With luscious cleavage to boot. Nice babambas, bazoombas, bawagos—whatever you call them!” ¶ Janet tilts a head toward BB’s low-waistline Bikini. “And lucky for you. Your culotte nombril contains your bush and butt, albeit barely. Elastic around the waistline, and leg holes. Wide sides. Stretchy, but not cut to cameltoe or sneaking its way into your butt crack.” ¶ “My posterior rugage,” Babs corrects. ¶ “Rugage, crack, bum cleavage; whatever you call it,” Janet concedes. ¶ BB stands with her hands on her hips and asserts, “There was nothing I could do last Term, apparently, to avoid playing Dice and containing my hairage, and, per your report, my posterior rugage.” ¶ “Oh, double chagrin!” Janet claps. The Dining Room echoes. ¶ Babs opens her mouth and closes it quickly. After all, Janet could be a rival. BB grouses, “That’s all bad enough. But unless something changes soon, all my Pledge are going to see a Picture of my bushy part.” ¶ “Ooh. Triple chagrin. And they will delight in what they see!” Janet admires BB’s predicament. ¶ “Any Pledge who thinks about my backside might suspect I’m also crackin’ my own butt,” Babs frets, although not all Pledge think. ¶ “Send them over to visit me at the Corvette House and they can see for themselves,” Janet says. “Except I’m the top Picture. You’re just beneath, and both Baseboard Strippers hang just above the floor. All of our backsides. I’ve got a string up my crack just like now, and you can see my lips and rings hanging out. You’re cracking butt. And Penny and Coco crawl on their hands and knees and showcase their assholes.” ¶ ¶ As the words come out of her mouth, Janet realizes that she wants to ask Babs which Pledge might be coming to the Cosmos House this Term. ¶ But Boss Babe gets a question in first: “So who is responsible for hanging this Picture of last Terms Bikini Babe on the wall, and making me out like some kind of bodacious bacchante? Just who is the ‘Interior Decorator?’ MomCap?” ¶ Janet tilts her head. “Maybe not MomCap. And maybe not Madam Nurse Beautician either. My suspicion is that it is Game Mistress.” ¶ ¶ “Game Mistress?” Babs echoes. “We have GMs hanging pictures?” ¶ Janet assures, “One GM, with a ring in her clit hood. And a Slavesex on a leash. The most dominate Caste. Be respectful.” ¶ “I am respectful,” Babs defends, “but I doubt the Interior Decorator is Game Mistress.” Babs rolls her shoulders. “If not MomCap, then maybe a Madam. But it matters to me.” ¶ “Matters?” ¶ “It matters.” BB nods at herself on the wall. “Because I’m putting ‘remove last Term’s Bikini Babe’ on my short list.” ¶ Janet shrugs. “Good luck. Don’t forget that you’re also hanging cracked butt at the Corvette House.” ¶ Boss Babe glowers. “I’ll get rid of all of them. All Four Pictures here and the Four at your House. I don’t need poot and coot in my face either!” ¶ Janet breezes, “Now that you’re a Monitor you could ask MomCap if they made the streak successfully. And if she gives them anything to dance in. Or just keeps them nude.” ¶ Babs frets about Penny and Coco’s fate, “Nude like in naked?” ¶ “Bare except for their little hearts, spreading and pulling their pink lips apart, center Stage at the Nugget,” Janet relishes. ¶ Babs looks down and shuffles her bare feet ¶ Janet advances another suggestion, “You can ask MomCap to let you visit and have them dance naked and climax for you. ¶ Babs softly draws back. ¶ Janet gives Babs a poke, “Lighten up, you never visited the Nugget when you were a Pledge last Term, but really, you should go watch. It’d be good for you.” ¶ Babs firms her body, “I don’t want to ever see them again.” ¶ Janet extracts her g-string from in between her two thick lips, distending beneath her jepoot. “Well, do what you must, but feel free to leave me hanging. But be careful. You didn’t hang the Pictures, and you are not the Interior Decorator.” ¶ ¶ “Trust me,” Babs assures her fellow Monitor, “I don’t need to know who hazes me to know to leave the Four Pictures alone. I’m here to learn how to overcome obstacles and organize power. That’s why I’m in School. Maybe we won’t be able to work together like we did in the past, but I want to stay your friend.” ¶ “Gotta go,” Janet announces, adding, “You will also need to learn how to let Kundalini loose.” ¶ Babs quiets at that as she accompanies Janet to the Front Door. She stays in the Parlor and doesn’t walk out onto the Front Porch with