Dufraine lives alone, but the condition of the kitchen suggests this is a fraternity house with an incompetent housekeeper. Things get worse from there. The dining room contains only a foosball game. The living room features a giant TV, two motorized recliners, a sofa, six pinball machines, and a litter of empty beer cans. If the home office is identifiable by its desk and computer, it is nonetheless also a temple to Victoria’s Secret, the walls papered with posters of the retailer’s most spectacularly endowed models in lingerie that could be folded and tucked into a thimble.
This description gives us a good look at the “man” Dufraine is.
