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kali921 recently told me that she firmly believed I had the "Hefner" mack in me somewhere, the playboy, that ladies man of not just Hef himself, but of my father. She believes that I absolutely have it in me, but it's just dormant right now, someday to be unleashed.

The thing is, I just know exactly what's gonna happen. I do.

I'll have some unbelievably sexy lass in my room-- the lights off, candles lit, Al Green on the stereo, fresh cocktails made for each of us-- and this girl will be classy, too, classier than any centerfold, but fiery, and she'll be curled on my bed, ready, willing, and wearing nothing but a smile... that's when I'll look her right in the eyes with a sly, lustful wink, and whisper, "Hey baby... after this, you wanna watch RAVENOUS?

"... What? What's wrong? I said 'after'!"

Because you see, even though I don't exactly want to be like Hugh or Dad, I still may truly earn the family name some day. Misty has said that I'm the most romantic person she's ever known. Tammy has said that what I did at Birthday Ball was still the most sweeping gesture she's ever been given. So yes, I may well have the Hefner in me after all.

But at the end of the day, I think the Heffie will far outweigh the Hefner.

So whaddya say, hot stuff? Howzabout we get into THE NINTH CONFIGURATION, if you know what I mean.