Reality TV

I slowly walk up to the stairs and see an old man in business suit sitting at a head of a conference table. He is surrounded by a half dozen girls no older than thirty. They all had the same petite bodies that I can see in playboy magazine. I hear him snap his finger and girls gracefully move over at both ends of the table and take there seats. He says, “Are you ready to change your life?”

I am totally stunned with all the commotion. I say, “Um, What do you mean?”

Hugh stands up and says, “I am not really going to send you throughout the world to find the most gorgeous girls. I had an idea for something vastly different. It is a realty show that will be seen on the playboy channel?”

“I would have to compete for the affections of a playboy model?” I reply.

Old man says, “No, they will be trying to attract your attention. You are to be me for the next thirty days. You will be left alone in the playboy mansion with ten former playmates of the month. There are other guidelines that will be explained to you later.” The bus stops at the playboy’s office in New York City. I follow him and his entourage exits the bus. I watch as the girls enter a limousine, and limo and bus leaves me in front of the building. I spot a tan blonde with wavy hair coming toward you.

She says, “My name is Heather, and I will be your personal assistant. My duties range from explaining further stipulations to selection of the girls.

She whispers something in his ear, he says, "I like it arrange it. I have better idea."