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Mean Girls came in to present him with <strong>the</strong> gift. As he fawned and cooed over <strong>the</strong> picture, I noticed<br />
<strong>the</strong> girls exchange a few sly glances and smirks. It was as if <strong>the</strong>y were saying: “See how great we all<br />
look . . . without <strong>Holly</strong> and Bridget.”<br />
If Bridget or I had chosen to get a gift for Hef without including <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girlfriends, we would<br />
have been reprimanded for not including everyone. Yet no one—Hef included—acknowledged my<br />
presence in <strong>the</strong> room or my glaring omission from <strong>the</strong> drawing. It was as if I were a ghost.<br />
What Daphne and Dianna didn’t realize is that <strong>the</strong>y’d never be able to push Bridget and me out<br />
as long as <strong>the</strong>y were still aligned with Elizabeth and Whitney. Shrill Elizabeth and “pushy” Whitney<br />
were never Hef’s cup of tea. I heard he turned each of <strong>the</strong>m down <strong>the</strong> first time <strong>the</strong>y had asked to<br />
move in, but eventually he kept <strong>the</strong>m around as filler—so he could reach <strong>the</strong> “seven girlfriends” quota<br />
that had become his trademark. (Over <strong>the</strong> previous year or so, since his girlfriends hadn’t been<br />
gracing <strong>the</strong> pages of <strong>the</strong> magazine as often as <strong>the</strong>y once did, <strong>the</strong> number of girls clamoring to be<br />
included in his “party posse” had understandably subsided.)<br />
Whitney had always been Hef’s least favorite—in part because she came into <strong>the</strong> group under<br />
some unsavory circumstances.<br />
“Hef, do you think Whitney could start getting an allowance?” Tina had asked. Despite having<br />
left <strong>the</strong> mansion months earlier, Tina still trotted around from time to time to see what she could<br />
squeeze out of Hef. “She works really hard to get all dressed up for you and to come to all <strong>the</strong> events.<br />
She’d make a really great girlfriend.”<br />
At <strong>the</strong> time, Whitney was good enough to join him in <strong>the</strong> bedroom, but he wasn’t too keen on<br />
asking her to move in. Tina had clearly been recruited to go to bat for her.<br />
“Actually, Tina, I’m hoping that with this next set of girls, expectations won’t be so high,” Hef<br />
explained to his former girlfriend. “Do you know I spent two million dollars just on girlfriends and<br />
trips in <strong>the</strong> past few years?” (Most of that went towards <strong>the</strong> private planes he chartered, sometimes on<br />
<strong>the</strong> company tab, and <strong>the</strong> trips he took his girlfriends on—including a lavish European tour before I<br />
had arrived.)<br />
“She’s putting in all this time and all she’s getting out of it is a drink and a fuck!” Tina said,<br />
clearly frustrated that she wasn’t getting her way. Like I said, this girl was a hustler.<br />
God, I thought. I could never get away with talking to Hef like that.<br />
The room got very silent as Hef sat staring at Tina.<br />
“I like to think of this as all of <strong>the</strong>ir dreams coming true,” he said very solemnly. Even Tina was<br />
struck silent by how serious he was. Did he really mean what he was saying? It sounded so conceited<br />
to assume that simply being in his presence (or bedroom) was a “dream come true” for <strong>the</strong>se women.<br />
The “hurt” expression he held on his face forced Tina to abort her mission.<br />
“Okay, sorry,” Tina offered and leaned over to give him a peck on <strong>the</strong> mouth. As she walked out<br />
<strong>the</strong> door, she called out a thoughtless “Love you!”<br />
For months Hef continued to reject Whitney’s pleas to become a girlfriend, but eventually her<br />
persistence paid off and one day she moved into <strong>the</strong> mansion. We quickly discovered she was a<br />
pathological liar—and it was actually pretty amusing. Her age, former professions, and life story<br />
changed daily.