Rolling around on ice-cream colored satin sheets, Heather Kozar first appears like an edible, blond dreamboat. Everything about her harkens back to an age of glamour - as it well should, if we are to believe her own biographical narration. Heather's Ohio roots seems to have taken place in an era much like the storybook town of Willoughby in the famous Twilight Zone episode. (Only Gig Young wasn't quite the knockout that our full-figured Playmate is, riding around naked on the fire truck.)
The magic continues as Heather occupies a sepia-toned ballroom, breaking the hearts of all the men who arrive with lesser-appealing dates, modeling in Vargas-like cartoon stances of sultry womanhood, and re-creating the notorious Seven Year Itch pose in which Marilyn Monroe captured the imagination of a nation.
The storybook theme climaxes as Heather dons a silk Red Riding Hood, running for her life as the big bad wolf literally nips at her heels. Fortunately, refuge is just around the corner - but grandmother's house is full of unearthly hands which pop out of her comfy bed and caress her lithesome form. Unfortunately, the wolf never gets around to eating her. That's another bedtime story.