We had to go to Hef's room, wait while he picked up all the dog poo off the carpet — and then ask for our allowance.

We all hated this process. Hef would always use the occasion to bring up anything he wasn't happy about in the relationship.

Most of the complaints were about the lack of harmony among the girlfriends — or your lack of sexual participation in the 'parties' he held in his bedroom.

If we'd been out of town for any reason and missed one of the official 'going out' nights he wouldn't want to give us the allowance. He used it as a weapon.