Hugh Hefner: The Playboy Interview
22.09.11
"I was drinking," she said. "It was, 'Whatever, why not try it out?' He's had so much sex, he's kind of over it. [It lasted] two seconds. It was an out-of-body experience."
Sitting in a rather Victorian den in his five-and-a-half-acre Holmby Hills, Calif., estate on a dazzling day in late August, dressed in his trademark silk pajamas and smoking jacket, Hefner seems more bemused than bitter about her account. He leans forward on a striped couch, hands between his knees, slightly frail, dwarfed by the height of the room.
His hair is thinning and he's a little hard of hearing, but in his ninth decade he's fully alert and a long way from the dribbling dolt of some recent reports -- among them an article that described him "[ripping] the kind of fart that one does not even attempt to hide," as if not quite in control of his body, let alone his mind.
Are the stories true or false?
"False," he says.
Source: Hollywood Reporter