"A woman has two busts," Claudia heard from her chortling boss. A small man with too big shoes, he only really saw the one bust on Claudia's chest, but he tried to pretend he knew better. It was the 1950's. According to him, "a man knows better, something you better know."

Claudia felt the sleeve on her dress drop a bit when he left. She laughed it off until her chortling boss was well out of sight. Then she looked over. Phones, and chattering.

She turned to the bust on her desk. Blonde hair, blue eyes, ruby lips. It was what any man would want. Even she felt sweaty gazing upon it. It was a masterpiece of the beauty industry.

Claudia didn't know how to feel. There was only one way to. She was nervous to do it. Scared, like she was asking out a real girl. She put on some of her cherry lipstick, and saw her lips as red as the bust.

The pressure became too much. She took the bust, held it up, gazed into its eyes. Then, with one graceful lean forward, she puckered her lips against hers. She remained there for a long moment, feeling a weirdly invigorating taste, and trying to know what it meant. She'd better knew.