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of the party posse, but I disregarded such thoughts for two reasons: I was still in law school, and there was the bedroom issue. I heard from a model that had been hanging out with Hef for a few months that some of the girls had herpes, and it freaked me out. I never had any diseases, and I wanted to stay as far away from them as possible. After the party, I kept receiving calls from Mary; she is the one who calls to ask girls out on Hef ’s behalf. He rarely calls girls himself. Hef employs an elaborate system of procurement to keep the pipeline filled with willing nubile women. There’s a guy named Ron—short, with red hair and a beard—who is always out at clubs cruising for talent and trying to bring new girls into Hef ’s circle. The ones Hef isn’t interested in, Ron tries to date himself. I always see him with his Playboy Mansion notepad in hand to impress the girls and to appear legit, which cracks me up, but I like him; he’s a nice person. But Mary has been with Hef forever—she was the house manager at the Chicago Playboy Mansion and has worked for him for decades. It never ceased to amaze me that she would care so much to get Hef the girl that he wanted, that she tried so hard to make him happy and really cared about his sex life and how he was treated. She and Hef have a very special, interesting, peculiar relationship. In my opinion, it is she who runs the Mansion. And so she kept calling and inviting me to go out with Hef, but I always told her that it was my last semester in law school, and exams were around the corner, and I couldn’t go out right now, but I would when I was done. I guess I wanted to keep the option open.
    By the end of December, I was done with all of my exams, and although my graduation ceremony was not until June, I was officially finished with law school. To start working as an attorney, I needed my license, and to get the license, I had to pass the Bar exam. Without even taking a minute to think about what I should do next, I signed up to take the Bar exam in February and borrowed $3,000 from my parents for a review class. I spent Christmas in Canada with my family, and when I returned, my friend Vivian and I attended the New Year’s Eve party at the Mansion. I received a warm welcome from Hef and spent the night partying with him and the girls. I had a great time. I noticed that some of the old Girlfriends were gone and that there were a few new girls “trying out”. As I sat there looking at them, I tried to envision being part of the group. Could I do this?
    After the party, Hef called and invited me to come out with him and the girls now that I was done with school. Little did he know that this time of preparation for the Bar is much more intense than actually being in school; everyone who was studying for the Bar exam lived, breathed, and dreamed it. It requires your full attention and all of your time. You start with a few hours in class every morning, followed by an entire day of exercises and memorization. But I felt like I needed a break from the mental strain and loneliness (I can only study alone) of preparing for the exam. During the week I attended the review class, and on the weekends, I went out with Hef. I knew I was treading on dangerous ground, but I decided to give it a shot and see what happened. And what happened was that I had a blast! I became good friends with a couple of the girls who were also new to the scene, and that changed the dynamic for me.
    Although we had nothing in common, Emma and I hit it off immediately. She is from England, a former Page Three girl (a woman who models topless for photographs published on page three of the U.K. tabloid The Sun ). She had a pretty tough life; a high school dropout, she had a baby at seventeen and was struggling to make ends meet as an exotic dancer and model. She met a nice man who helped her out; he wanted to come to America, so they got married and he brought her and her son with him. When she first got