At this point, I'll admit, I was sporting wood just listening to the woman describe her typical day. I feel quite sure that I'd accidentally soil my share of suits if my ass ever popped into Suitopia. After a while, Heather quit playing by Ron's rules and started acting respectable and professional. Her sales plummeted because men in Stuckeyville obviously like handjobs from whores along with their clothing purchases. But the important thing is that even though Heather was fired for not feeling guys up as part of her suggestive selling techniques, she still respects herself. The prosecution feels this is a great place to end, and announces that he's reached the end of his list of questions. Ed pops up, waltzes over to her, and asks whether it's true that she used to work at Flinty McDuff's as a waitress. OMG!! BUSTED! Apparently, at Flinty's, waitresses have to dress in skimpy outfits and flirt with customers. All together now....EWWWWWWWW!!! Whoever heard of that?!? So basically, Heather had to use her sexuality to sell chicken wings at Flinty's, but it wasn't okay to whore herself out to sell suits. Ed says that Heather should have just quit at Suitopia rather than sue Ron. I think now's as good a time as any to admit that we here at MBTV...well, we're all victims of Wing Chun's and Sars's sexual advances as well. I cannot begin to count the number of emails I've received from these ladies in which they tell me that if I don't start sending naked pictures of my legendary assbutt, they're going to see to it that I never work in this internet bidnitt again. At first, I rebuked their demands. These days, between the two of them, they have enough shots of my legendary and semi-muscular assbutt to fill an art museum. ["It wouldn't be a big museum -- like, the size of a respectable bungalow -- but a museum nonetheless." -- Wing Chun] This is nothing I'm proud of -- in fact, I hang my head in shame every time I see either of their names in my inbox, knowing that the email will be yet another drunken demand for yet another shot of my taut and dimpled pale butt cheeks. I hear I'm not the only one. Omar G's ass has been photographed so many times it has its own agent now. So dear readers, please understand...the life of an MBTV recapper is not all champagne wishes and caviar dreams. Sometimes, it's a disturbing visit to a dark realm of pale ass photography. ["You love it, Bob. Now, get out the camera: I got a blank spot on the wall in my den." -- Wing Chun]