A Tale of Two Kendras
“So you’ll be naked?”
“Well, I’ll be painted,” I corrected Zack, my live-in boyfriend.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure it will be fine.”
I wasn’t sure spending an evening as a painted girl at Hugh Hefner’s seventy-eighth birthday party would actually be fine, but I was hoping it would turn out to be. At the very least, I would make a couple hundred dollars, meet some cool people, and get a chance to check out the Playboy Mansion. How could I turn that...