Updike does V.

[Mark Kohut]

from a story called "Toward Evening", which originally appeared
in the New Yorker in the 50s and is in the collection called
The Same Door, pub. 1959:

The  young protagonist, male, has gotten on a bus (a lot more complexly than 
this) and moves to the back becasue he sees a beautiful woman there:

"Her feet, in gray heels, were planted on the sides of an invisible V. Numberless Vs
were visible wherever two edges of the pencil-stripe fabric of her suit met:
in a straight seam down her back, along her sleeves, within her lapels, at the 
side of her skirt (very acute, these). At the base of her throat, where a V seemed
promised, something more complex occurred, ......."