The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 13, Section 2, Robyn & Kimju and Kimju & Molly: Hazing & Game (Day 9), Robyn Cams Kimju: Post Henge Titty Tease, & Paparazzi? ¶ What could be a benign lesson is not. Among the Cosmos Roommates Robyn and Kimju share the least homogeneous view of the world. Robyn assumes promotion; Kimju develops strategies for promotion. The Post Henge presents an opportunity for one of them to earn about the other, and for the other to forget about what happens. ¶ Robyn orders her Roommate, “You heard the Boss Bitch. Go. Wrap your knockers around a Post in the Henge. And make sure paparazzi don’t harvest your brightly-colored knobs! Think you can do that, Stripper wannabe?” ¶ Kimju tidies her tanga across her kohlrabi, gathers her hands across her chest, and silently launches herself into motion. Handbra and tanga. She trips the silent Back Door alarm, dings the Bell while crisscrossing her arms, and walks toward the Post Henge. ¶ The two rows of three Posts each sit far enough apart so that no Cosmos could touch two at once. A seventh Post at the end forms an equilateral triangle at the apex; it is this Post that Kimju grabs, kneels before, sidles her arms around up around, and affixes herself to. No nippage and no titter here. Just cleavage. ¶ Kimju presses against the Post and tests its solidness in the ground. Won’t rock. Kimju looks around. Seven Posts for seven Pledge; there is no eighth post, no post for the Monitor Boss. {I get it. Each pair of Posts is for a pair of Cosmos Roommates, and this seventh Post—the one I’m holding on to at this moment—is for Babs’ Roommate.} ¶ Kimju contemplates moving Posts when she hears the Back Door slam and the Bell ring in rapid succession, and she knows she has chosen this Post to clench today. Robyn finds her with her arms wrapped around the firm wooden Post, but the haughty one overlooks Post position as she lords over Kimju. Once again Robyn seems to have invited the Back Door Cam into the fray. ¶ Kimju goes with the flow. The Post is wooden but smooth, taller than she is, and about nine inches in diameter. Robyn digs sharp fingernails into Kimju’s keister and for ces her to stand up ¶ “Wrap those bare knocks around the pole,” Robyn commands, “and keep your knobs outta sight! Now squeeze your koot tight,” Robyn continues, “and fuck the Post up and down like the Whore you oughta be.” ¶ Kimju obeys, and the Cam watches her as she silently thinks, {I know how to do this. You cross a line when you call me a “Knockers and Kunny Kover,” but I know how to rub on a pole. I’ve done this inside the Nugget, stark naked, on a brass pole. Only now I’m in the big outside and rubbing on a wooden Post. What I need to do is collect another Garment.} ¶ Kimju searches her eyes toward windows in houses that overlook the Backyard. {Certainly I’ve gone naked in public before. And masturbated naked inside the Nugget. But I’ve never masturbated in bright sunlight, outside, where anyone can watch.} Kimju grits her teeth and scans the adjacent hedge and houses beyond for signs of figures and earn about the other, and for the other to forget about what happens. ¶ Robyn orders her Roommate, “You heard the Boss Bitch. Go. Wrap your knockers around a Post in the Henge. And make sure paparazzi don’t harvest your brightly-colored knobs! Think you can do that, Stripper wannabe?” ¶ Kimju tidies her tanga across her kohlrabi, gathers her hands across her chest, and silently launches herself into motion. Handbra and tanga. She trips the silent Back Door alarm, dings the Bell while crisscrossing her arms, and walks toward the Post Henge. ¶ The two rows of three Posts each sit far enough apart so that no Cosmos could touch two at once. A seventh Post at the end forms an equilateral triangle at the apex; it is this Post that Kimju grabs, kneels before, sidles her arms around up around, and affixes herself to. No nippage and no titter here. Just cleavage. ¶ Kimju presses against the Post and tests its solidness in the ground. Won’t rock. Kimju looks around. Seven Posts for seven Pledge; there is no eighth post, no post for the Monitor Boss. {I get it. Each pair of Posts is for a pair of Cosmos Roommates, and this seventh Post—the one I’m holding on to at this moment—is for Babs’ Roommate.} ¶ Kimju contemplates moving Posts when she hears the Back Door slam and the Bell ring in rapid succession, and she knows she has chosen this Post to clench today. Robyn finds her with her arms wrapped around the firm wooden Post, but the haughty one overlooks Post position as she lords over Kimju. Once again Robyn seems to have invited the Back Door Cam into the fray. ¶ Kimju goes with the flow. The Post is wooden but smooth, taller than she is, and about nine inches in diameter. Robyn digs sharp fingernails into Kimju’s keister and for ces her to stand up ¶ “Wrap those bare knocks around the pole,” Robyn commands, “and keep your knobs outta sight! Now squeez