[fallinghawks]

Many years ago, we hired a gal in her mid-20s, slim, girl-next-door looks. It was a fairly casual office environment and she tended toward jeans and a spaghetti tank with an unbuttoned shirt over it. Not indecent, yet definitely skin, so on the borderline of acceptable. One day she was kind of upset because one of the few men who worked there had spent some time talking to her chest. He was in his early 50s, and generally annoying due to overwhelming halitosis and a tendency to talk way longer than necessary. Personally, I was on the fence about fault; I didn't like him at all, but also felt you put out bait, all fish will come, trout and mudsuckers alike. But he gave himself the creep label because he didn't keep his eyes on her face.