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your breakfast routine.<br />
“Hang out here while I get ready,” Lisa demanded while hopping into <strong>the</strong> bathroom. After she<br />
had chattered on about herself for about 10 minutes, her cake was finally delivered. She thanked <strong>the</strong><br />
butler, plopped <strong>the</strong> tray down on her bed, started shoveling <strong>the</strong> cake in her mouth, and asked, “So,<br />
how do you like it here so far?”<br />
Finally, someone I can talk to! I thought with relief. Now was a good time to ask a few<br />
questions and confess a few of my insecurities about this wild world I had just entered. I confided in<br />
Lisa that I wasn’t too fond of April, that she really intimidated me.<br />
“That’s okay, <strong>the</strong> rest of us don’t like her, ei<strong>the</strong>r,” Lisa stated, wrinkling up her nose. “Hef just<br />
likes her because she’s wild.”<br />
“Oh, wow, thank God it’s not just me!” I sighed, feeling relieved. Maybe April wouldn’t last<br />
that long and <strong>the</strong>n we could all really be like sorority sisters; all on <strong>the</strong> same team.<br />
Feeling more and more comfortable with Lisa, I thought I would ask her opinion about something<br />
that had started worrying me <strong>the</strong> past few days.<br />
“Hef hasn’t given me a bunny necklace yet,” I admitted meekly. “Do you think that’s weird?”<br />
Every Playmate and every girlfriend was presented with a bunny pendant necklace from Hef. At<br />
<strong>the</strong> time, I (along with everyone else in L.A.’s 30-mile zone) thought <strong>the</strong>se necklaces were made with<br />
real diamonds. They had looked so glamorous, glittering on <strong>the</strong> chests of <strong>the</strong> chosen ones who flitted<br />
about <strong>the</strong> Playboy parties, <strong>the</strong> hottest nightclubs, and <strong>the</strong> spendiest shopping districts in L.A. (In<br />
reality, <strong>the</strong> pendants were cubic zirconia, and if you could track down <strong>the</strong> <strong>Down</strong>town L.A. jeweler<br />
who made <strong>the</strong>m, anyone could purchase one for just $100.)<br />
My interest in acquiring a necklace had nothing to do with its value, however. Sure, I coveted<br />
one, but my worry stemmed from what it symbolized.<br />
Hef’s words echoed in my mind: “You can stay for a while and we’ll see how it works out.”<br />
Maybe I wasn’t making <strong>the</strong> cut. That had to be why he hadn’t graced me with a necklace yet. In <strong>the</strong><br />
few weeks I had been <strong>the</strong>re, he had presented one to Charis Boyle, an upcoming centerfold, whom he<br />
had met after me. Somehow I had been skipped over.<br />
“Oh, he hasn’t?” Lisa asked, feigning amazement. “Ohhhh. Yeah, I dunno why that is.” She<br />
purred as she put down her fork and sauntered back into <strong>the</strong> bathroom.<br />
I felt a knot form in my stomach. That was definitely not <strong>the</strong> reaction I had hoped for. Lisa’s<br />
sisterly vibe had me hoping she would reassure me that this was normal or perhaps even offer to ask<br />
for me—after all, she seemed so comfortable around Hef and was certainly good at getting whatever<br />
she wanted.<br />
As Lisa readied herself for <strong>the</strong> day and led me down to her car, my mind was in turmoil. Was my<br />
time here almost over? I had barely been at <strong>the</strong> mansion two weeks and already I didn’t seem to be<br />
making <strong>the</strong> cut. What would I do now?<br />
As it turns out, I wasn’t <strong>the</strong> only one with <strong>the</strong>se kinds of anxieties.<br />
As we wound our way through L.A. traffic down to Target in Culver City, Lisa kept babbling<br />
about herself. I found her stream-of-consciousness narrative fascinating, as her anxieties mirrored<br />
mine. The only difference was that she had been here longer and had a centerfold under her belt.