"Imagine these two women coming in in the morning and saying, "Hi Andy! We've been assigned to work with you." ... I know I did. It stirs a flutter in my no-no region, like the dying tremor of a butterfly's wings... and then it's gone.
A woman has her shirt open to the point where, if the picture continued past the bottom of the magazine, there'd likely be some exposed boobie, and what does ANDY notice? Her hair in her face.