As she walked across the office, she could feel the men's eyes on her. In fact, she caught a few of them glancing her way, or even looking intently, following her path. She became aware of what they were looking at and felt a certain flush of excitement. Flicking her hair suggestively she left the room with a flourish, her heart beating a little faster than normal. "They want me," she thought.

As she walked across the office, many of the men, disturbed from their work by the movement of this unliked and unattractive officious pedant, looked up to see who was strutting by them so self-importantly. A few of them, still amazed that anyone that overweight dared to dress like that, were transfixed, as though watching a car crash. As she reached the door and left, the menfolk breathed a sigh of relief. "She's gone," one said, simply.