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period” would come to an abrupt end, so I wanted to make sure I was playing by all <strong>the</strong> rules. I<br />
chalked it up to a bad mood, but she didn’t seem that excited to have me as a neighbor.<br />
After some coaxing, she finally offered me <strong>the</strong> rundown:<br />
• Monday was “Manly Night.” Hef would have his guy friends over for a buffet dinner and<br />
a movie in <strong>the</strong> mansion’s screening room.<br />
• Tuesday was “Family Night.” Hef’s wife and two sons, who lived next door in a house<br />
Hef had purchased for <strong>the</strong>m, would come over to all spend time toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
• Wednesday and Friday were “Club Nights.” We were all expected to be ready by 10 P.M.<br />
to be shuttled off with Hef to exclusive nightclubs all around Los Angeles.<br />
• Thursday (like Monday and Tuesday) was an “Off Night.” While we had <strong>the</strong> evenings<br />
free to do as we pleased, <strong>the</strong> girlfriends were still required to be inside mansion walls<br />
by 9 P.M.<br />
• Saturday was a buffet dinner and movie with Hef.<br />
• Sunday was <strong>the</strong> “Fun in <strong>the</strong> Sun” pool party during <strong>the</strong> day and dinner and a movie at<br />
night.<br />
No one gave me a tour of <strong>the</strong> mansion when I arrived, ei<strong>the</strong>r. I knew my way around <strong>the</strong> grounds<br />
and most of <strong>the</strong> main house, but for weeks I kept discovering new places on <strong>the</strong> property. There was<br />
an underground secret passage that led from <strong>the</strong> main house to <strong>the</strong> gym, which was in <strong>the</strong> basement<br />
level of <strong>the</strong> bathhouse. The mansion itself had a large basement, full of employee lockers, storage<br />
closets, and laundry facilities. A panel in <strong>the</strong> wall of <strong>the</strong> living room could pop out to reveal a secret<br />
wine cellar, which was used as a speakeasy in <strong>the</strong> 1920s when <strong>the</strong> house was built. The master<br />
bedroom had an attic level where Hef kept a personal office, of sorts. The adjacent bathroom truly<br />
looked like a time capsule or <strong>the</strong> land that time forgot. Gold shag rug covered <strong>the</strong> floor. A tray of<br />
toiletries from <strong>the</strong> 1970s sat untouched on <strong>the</strong> counter. The sink handles were carved to look like<br />
naked ladies.<br />
There was a four-bedroom guesthouse on <strong>the</strong> grounds that hosted Playmates and Playmate<br />
candidates when <strong>the</strong>y were brought in from out of town to shoot at Playboy Studio West in Santa<br />
Monica. I assumed <strong>the</strong> Playmate guesthouse would be plush and clean, like a hotel, with perhaps<br />
some Playmate memorabilia strewn about to give it a sense of atmosphere. In reality, <strong>the</strong> guesthouse<br />
could have been described as “Grandma’s attic meets rent-by-<strong>the</strong>-hour motel.” In <strong>the</strong> ’70s, Hef’s<br />
girlfriend Barbi Benton had decorated <strong>the</strong> guesthouse as a charming early-American cottage, but over<br />
<strong>the</strong> years <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>me fell apart. What was left was dark, dingy, and depressing.<br />
There were many rules to living in <strong>the</strong> mansion, but most of <strong>the</strong>m I had to figure out on my own.<br />
Like I said, no one handed me The Playboy Mansion for Dummies when I arrived. I also learned that<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r girlfriends weren’t so eager to help out <strong>the</strong> newbies, since it was in <strong>the</strong>ir best interest for us<br />
to stumble around in order to make all of <strong>the</strong>m look better.<br />
First, <strong>the</strong>re was a curfew. For being an older man, Hef stayed up reasonably late (usually tucking<br />
in around 11 P.M.), but he required his girlfriends in by 9 P.M. Apparently, we couldn’t get into too