Kathy said, her perfectly coiffed blonde hair fluttering around her face like a Playboy Mansion doll. “Undo that tight bun of chastity and put your goodies on display.” Kathy leaned against the kitchenette counter toward Lore, wiggling her eyebrows. “I bet you’ve got some decent goodies underneath your proper pantsuits.” Lore would have liked to laugh at Kathy’s exuberant nature, but that wasn’t who she chose to be at the office. “I do not have goodies, Kathy,” she said, focusing on stirring her hot chai tea. “Every woman has goodies.” Kathy snorted into her coffee mug. “Big or small, doesn’t matter.” Lore put her mug down before tossing the spoon into the sink and shooting Kathy her best disdainful expression. “Whether or not I have goodies is irrelevant, as we are at work and this conversation is inappropriate. Drop it.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” Kathy threw her hands up in exasperation, a gesture Lore was all too familiar with during these exchanges. “I forgot your female mind is stuck in the nineteenth century.
