Today, I want to scream "PAUSE ! " and freeze frame that moment of my life back in late August 2001. I want to grab that young girl, shake her back into reality, and scream, "What the hell are you thinking ?"
Hef was a notoriously lecherous 70-something old man offering me Quaaludes that he referred to as "thigh openers". Are you kidding me ? Why didn't I run for the nearest exit ? It doesn't get much creepier than that.