To be arrested in Monte Carlo for not walking in the same direction as everyone else left Teddy in tears. He had been warned about their strict laws before he left Wisconsin, but brushed it off as nonsense.
Now he was trapped in his cell with only a Raymore & Flannigan bed, with Bed, Bath & Beyond pillows, a Westinghouse refrigerator and toaster oven, see through curtains on the window, and previously used silverware. They force fed him expired pepper jack cheese on extremely mushy Italian bread, stale crackers left over from Prince Albert's birthday bash, and GERMAN wine.
Animals!!
Yesterday guards had tortured him by forcing him to listen to the Three Michaels for hours. Michael Buble, Michael Bolton, and Michael McDonald. He almost lost his mind.
He wondered if his country had abandoned him. If Hilary knew of this miscarriage of justice she would be on a plane post haste.
Or not.
He moved the curtains aside and peered through his window. Maybe he could catch a glimpse of Princess Caroline riding past on her horse. After all, Monte Carlo was a tiny place. How far could she ride?
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