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“See this?” she bragged, holding up her checkbook for me to see <strong>the</strong> balance, which hovered just<br />
above $25,000.<br />
“It’s <strong>the</strong> money I earned doing my Playmate pictorial!” she exclaimed proudly. “I haven’t<br />
touched a penny! You know, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girls aren’t even thinking. They have Hef leasing <strong>the</strong>m cars <strong>the</strong>y<br />
could never afford and <strong>the</strong>y spend money like <strong>the</strong>re’s no tomorrow.”<br />
She looked pleased with herself.<br />
“Everyone made fun of me for getting this car,” she said, patting <strong>the</strong> steering wheel of her brandnew<br />
Toyota RAV4. “But I want something I can afford after I move out. I don’t need a Porsche.”<br />
Smart, I thought. In fact, it was <strong>the</strong> first sensible thing I had heard out of any of <strong>the</strong> girlfriends’<br />
mouths so far.<br />
As we roamed through Target, she filled her shopping cart with everything from a nose hair<br />
trimmer to dog toys. “I always spend so much at Target,” she sighed. “You always walk out of here<br />
with more than you need.”<br />
I smiled and nodded my head in agreement. Before ano<strong>the</strong>r pause could pass, Lisa started<br />
babbling again.<br />
“You know, I don’t know if I could ever go back home,” Lisa continued. “One of my guy friends<br />
from home, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r day he got real rude with me on <strong>the</strong> phone and said <strong>the</strong> only reason I got<br />
centerfold was because I fucked Hef.”<br />
I wasn’t 100 percent sure if she was even talking to me anymore—or just thinking out loud.<br />
She shrugged her shoulders and tried to offer a halfhearted smirk, but I could tell <strong>the</strong> comment<br />
bo<strong>the</strong>red her deeply. I could certainly relate. Like me, I think she got into this situation without quite<br />
realizing what a public decision it was.<br />
“It’s not true. You’re gorgeous,” I offered, trying to cheer her up. “You could have become a<br />
centerfold anyway.” And it was true. She was curvy, cute, and baby-faced, resembling a petite<br />
version of Anna Nicole Smith.<br />
“Thanks,” she sighed, offering a weak smile. “But I can’t go back home. I mean, what am I<br />
supposed to do? I’m not above working a real job, but, like, if I’m working at a counter somewhere<br />
everyone I know is gonna come up and be like ‘ohhhhh, Lisa, look where you are now after posing<br />
naked.’ It’s embarrassing.”<br />
I was just as anxious as Lisa was about <strong>the</strong> life that waited for me outside <strong>the</strong> mansion gates. So<br />
many things seemed to be grounds for dismissal that I was petrified to step out of line. While<br />
becoming an actress was still a passion of mine, it was always best to keep any auditions quiet. After<br />
Brande Roderick had left Hef for Baywatch Hawaii, he kept a much closer eye on any acting work <strong>the</strong><br />
girlfriends tried to pursue. I secretly hoped to land a role big enough that it would allow me to leave<br />
<strong>the</strong> mansion after a few months, but those kinds of dream jobs are few and far between. Eventually I<br />
would receive offers for smaller parts in music videos and low-budget films—but <strong>the</strong> hours often<br />
went past our curfew and <strong>the</strong> jobs rarely paid much, so <strong>the</strong>y hardly seemed worth it. If anything, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
would only land me in hot water with my boyfriend who, as <strong>the</strong> weeks passed into months, appeared<br />
more and more controlling. It seemed my acting dreams were stalled for <strong>the</strong> time being. I felt caught<br />
between a rock and a hard place. I thought having a rent-free roof over my head would make chasing