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efore, often word for word. I think I had unintentionally memorized some of <strong>the</strong>m myself. He<br />
struggled for so long, it was becoming awkward and I feared <strong>the</strong> reporter had only asked about hiphop<br />
to trip up <strong>the</strong> 76-year-old man, so I decided to cut in.<br />
“You listen to it out at <strong>the</strong> clubs,” I offered, looking at Hef with a warm smile, aware that all<br />
eyes were on me.<br />
“Er, um, yes, yes,” Hef said, regaining some composure. “We listen to it when we go out.” He<br />
coasted through <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> interview on his Rolodex of previously used responses and we<br />
wrapped.<br />
When I finally managed to get up to <strong>the</strong> master bedroom to change out of <strong>the</strong> red skirt and lace<br />
cropped halter I had worn for <strong>the</strong> video, Hef had beaten me <strong>the</strong>re and was already standing in front of<br />
<strong>the</strong> bathroom sink.<br />
“YOU,” he began loudly when I appeared in <strong>the</strong> doorway, “have NO answers! You are to keep<br />
quiet during interviews!”<br />
“Sorry, I was just trying to help,” I mumbled as I darted around <strong>the</strong> corner into <strong>the</strong> vanity. My<br />
eyes started filling with tears—as <strong>the</strong>y did almost daily back <strong>the</strong>n.<br />
I was to keep quiet, I repeated in my head. He was treating me like a dog. Sit! Stay! No barking!<br />
Only I’d never seen him be so mean towards his animals. I had tried to help my boyfriend navigate a<br />
sticky situation and now I was being punished for it, which made <strong>the</strong> reprimand hurt all <strong>the</strong> more.<br />
Despite his many abuses, I had grown protective of Hef and felt like <strong>the</strong> interviewer could easily<br />
have made him look like a fool. In <strong>the</strong> few years I’d been at <strong>the</strong> mansion, I’d never seen a question<br />
throw him so entirely off his game. What if <strong>the</strong> producers decided not to be kind that day? The way he<br />
was sputtering in front of <strong>the</strong> camera, <strong>the</strong>y could have easily made him look like a senile old coot.<br />
But he clearly would ra<strong>the</strong>r have looked like an idiot than get help from one of his “dumb<br />
blondes.”<br />
When would I ever catch a break? I wondered.<br />
FOR THE MAGAZINE’S 50TH anniversary, A&E wanted to shoot a TV special to air on <strong>the</strong> network. The<br />
program included a party at <strong>the</strong> mansion celebrating <strong>the</strong> magazine’s iconic run and honoring<br />
Playboy’s most famous Playmates. As girlfriends, we had no role beyond getting glammed up and<br />
sitting quietly next to Hef, but I used it as an opportunity to try to give myself a much-needed boost of<br />
self-esteem. I decided to treat myself to something really special: a red, Jessica <strong>Rabbit</strong>–inspired<br />
Baracci gown that cost a few thousand dollars. I never spent that much on clothing, since I was trying<br />
to put away as much money as I could, but I felt I finally deserved <strong>the</strong> treat. I always remembered<br />
how stunning <strong>the</strong> Bentley twins looked in <strong>the</strong>ir glamorous Baracci gowns, and seeing as though this<br />
was an extra-special event, I figured I could splurge!<br />
“You know, you will look back on this time as <strong>the</strong> best time of your life,” Mary had said to me<br />
after one of my vent sessions. “All <strong>the</strong> dressing up and things you get to do.” I trusted Mary and<br />
always told her how I felt, but if this is <strong>the</strong> best time of my life, shoot me now, I thought.<br />
Foolishly, I’d long believed that becoming a Playboy centerfold was <strong>the</strong> fast track to fame and