I believed Art had Heather's legs over his shoulders, as she laid back on the radio chair with her long hair touching the floor and her chin pressed against her chest, more than a few times as one of his burnt off music CD's played in the background and his atomic clock shone against the ceiling.
But as more gets revealed I think he was the one who brushed off her advances. She wanted to be Mrs. Heather Bell so bad.
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