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CHAPTER 4<br />
“Now, here, you see, it takes all <strong>the</strong> running you can do, to keep in <strong>the</strong> same<br />
place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as<br />
that!”<br />
—Lewis Carroll, Through <strong>the</strong> Looking-Glass<br />
You girls are basically Hef’s traveling harem, right?” asked <strong>the</strong> eager New York magazine reporter,<br />
sticking a small silver voice recorder in my face.<br />
Only a few weeks after I had moved into <strong>the</strong> mansion, Hef whisked us away on a trip to New<br />
York City for his Comedy Central’s Friars Club Roast. I’d never been to New York before; I’d<br />
actually never been off <strong>the</strong> West Coast before. It seemed so surreal—and slightly absurd—that a<br />
reporter would be questioning me about my life with Hugh Hefner.<br />
“Umm,” I began, through a short laugh. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to this older,<br />
bespectacled journalist with <strong>the</strong> practical brown bob. Despite what <strong>the</strong> nature of <strong>the</strong> event may<br />
suggest, I couldn’t be certain if she was joking or not.<br />
This particular roast had special meaning to New Yorkers. In <strong>the</strong> wake of <strong>the</strong> September 11<br />
tragedy, a dark cloud hovered over New York—and <strong>the</strong> entire country for that matter. Comedy<br />
Central reasoned that giving people an hour of time to laugh again might help kick-start <strong>the</strong> healing<br />
process, and <strong>the</strong>y decided to move forward with Hef’s scheduled roast.<br />
The day before <strong>the</strong> event, Hef, his girlfriends, and his staff (including his longtime assistant<br />
Mary O’Connor, his personal photographer, and a team of security) boarded a chartered private jet at<br />
Van Nuys airport and headed to New York. The network hosted us at <strong>the</strong> New York Hilton Midtown.<br />
Hef and Tina occupied <strong>the</strong> hotel’s regal presidential suite while <strong>the</strong> rest of us were given gorgeous<br />
rooms with breathtaking views of <strong>the</strong> city.<br />
Whose life was I living? Private jets! Luxury hotels! Last month I was barely making rent on a<br />
shitty shared apartment. There were many perks to being one of Hugh Hefner’s girlfriends, including<br />
<strong>the</strong> VIP treatment everywhere we went. I’ll be honest, being treated like royalty wasn’t necessarily a<br />
hard routine to fall into. Sure, it was mainly directed at Hef and we were considered ornamental, but<br />
reaping <strong>the</strong> benefits of his celebrity certainly had its moments.<br />
Prior to <strong>the</strong> festivities, Hef was expected to walk <strong>the</strong> red carpet with his seven girlfriends for<br />
brief press interviews and to pose for photographers. The attire was black tie, so each girlfriend<br />
packed her most glamorous cocktail dress or pantsuit. With my clothing allowance I was able to buy a