"Maybe if I show you what I want, you can do it.
Take it off, Rina," I said, walking over to her.
Impassively Rina turned aside for a moment. When she turned around again, the contraption was in one hand and with the other she held the top of the negligee closed.
I took it and tossed in onto my desk.
I put my hands to the top of Rina's negligee and pushed it down until it formed a square across her breast just above the nipples.
Her breasts rose like twin white moons against my dark, clenched fists.
I looked back at the designer.
"See what I mean?"
Maybe she didn't but there wasn't a man in the room whose eyes weren't popping out of his head.
"What you want is impossible, Mr. Cord.
Rina's a big girl. Thirty-eight C.
There isn't a brassiere made that could support her bust like that.
I'm a designer, Mr. Cord, not a structural engineer."
I let go of Rina's negligee and turned to Miss Gaillard.
"Thank you," I said, going over to the telephone. "That's the first constructive idea I've heard since this meeting started."
Morrissey was there in less than twenty minutes.
"I’ve got a little problem, Morrissey. I need your help."
His nervousness disappeared slightly and he looked around shyly. "Anything I can do, Mr. Cord."
"Stand up, Rina," I said.
Slowly she got to her feet and walked around us.
Morrissey's eyes widened behind his glasses.
I was glad to see that other things could occupy his mind besides airplanes. "There isn't a brassiere made that can keep them from jiggling," I said. "And still look natural.
I want you to design one that will."
He turned back to me, an expression of shock on his face.
"You're joking, Mr. Cord!"
"I was never more serious in my life."
"But- but I don't know anything about brassieres.
I’m an aeronautical engineer," he stammered, blushing a bright pink.
"That's why I called you," I said calmly. "I figured if you can design planes that have to withstand thousands of pounds of stress you ought to be able to come up with something that would hold up a little thing like a pair of tits."
I turned to the costume designer.
"Fill him in on what he needs to know."
Miss Gaillard looked at me, then at Morrissey.
"Perhaps it would be better if we worked in my office in Wardrobe.
I have everything there you might need."
Morissey had been staring at Rina's breasts while the designer spoke.
For a moment, I thought he was paralyzed, then he turned around.
"I think I might be able to do something."
"I knew you could," I said, smiling.
"I’m not promising anything, of course. But it's a very intriguing problem."
I kept a straight face. "Very," I said solemnly.
Morrissey turned to the designer.
"Do you happen to have a pair of calipers?"
"Calipers?
What do we need calipers for?"
Morrissey looked at her in amazement.
"How else would we be able to measure the depth and the circumference?"
She stared at him blankly for a moment, then, taking his arm, began to walk him toward the door.
"I'm sure we can get a pair from Engineering.
You'd better come with us, Rina."
Morrissey was back in a little over an hour. He came in waving a sheet of paper.