The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 2, Babs & Janet: Tiffany Calendar & Dining Room Pictures, Day 1, Section 2, Babs: Confronts the Dining Room Picture of Previous Self. ¶ Babs turns her attention away from the possibilities of a Porn Star and enters the Dining Room, which occupies the back left of the House. BB turns her head to the right and looks out a row of windows into the Backyard; ahead, two windows look out toward the side of the house and reveal prickly shrubbery. They straddle a large dark Screen that occupies most of the area between them. ¶ A dining table with eight chairs, one for each of the seven Cosmos Pledge plus a head chair for Boss Babe, occupies the center of the room. Beyond that, a wall separates the Dining Room from the Living Room in the front of the House. ¶ Babs walks around the table, ascertaining that this sliding double door that blocked her entrance from the front earlier is locked from this side as well. Another Skeleton Key resides in this lock. ¶ One aspect of the Dining Room disturbs Babs. Four Pictures hang on the interior wall, just to the right of the door that leads back into the Kitchen, and as Babs draws toward them she stops and stares at the Picture at the top, at eye level. The Picture reveals Babs, full figure, standing with her hands on her hips. She stares out into the Dining Room, giving whoever is watching her an evil eye. Babs closes her eyelids and flashes gold dust at her graven image. ¶ {I have never seen this before!} Babs considers the Picture, then speaks out loud to her own image: “But I know when you got your picture taken!” ¶ Bikini Babe does indeed. The two foot tall framed image was shot at the very end of BB’s Pledge days, after she and Janet had defeated Penny and Coco in the Mudpit in the Backyard. ¶ BB casts her eyes around. Janet hangs on the wall below her, and below them the now-Strippers hang side-by-side, at floor level. ¶ Babs feels her face get warm and silently analyzes. {Well, no secrets for me on this wall. I’m wearing the same bra and nombril Bikini I wear today.} “Hello, Bikini Babe in your Black Bikini!” ¶ This is a true statement, but there is a wrinkle. Or, more correctly, a fold of difference. ¶ Yes, BB’s exceedingly low-cut underwire brassiere remains unchanged. The Bikini Babe looking at the photo and the Bikini Babe looking out both persistently expose identical maroon-pigmented crescents. Babs feels a flush coming on, but it pales quickly as she casts her eyes down the body of the Bikini Babe on the wall. ¶ Babs’ eyes trace the waistline of her past self. That waistline rides considerably lower than her waistline today. {I know.} Babs frowns. {Because I’m the one who had to fold it under. Lower it down.} Babs feels a deeper flush warm her down her neck into her cleavage. She takes a step back, double checks to make sure the waistline and legline of her current Bikini contain her. They do. She looks at herself on the wall. “But you’re vulgar!” ¶ ¶ The front doorbell rings. BB cocks an ear, turns, and unlocks and allows herself through the sliding double door. She crosses the Living Room, and discovers Janet at the Front Door. Plump Janet, Babs’ Roommate last Term.