Upon returning to the ship, Laura spied a Vespa scooter club race at the yacht club entrance and her competitive juices took over. She persuaded a lovely gentleman named Albert to allow her to race in the time trials. A cloud of dust later, she was in the winner’s circle proudly clutching the plastic gold trophy. Steele was mildly put out by the attention Albert was raining on her. Laura accepted his invitation to join Albert for dinner in his villa. It turns out Albert is the prince of Monaco, the very SINGLE prince of Monaco. (Although if you have seen any pictures of the Prince, Steele should not have been worried.) Sleezy devised a plan and long story short, Sneezy and Skeezy are now the property of His Royal Highness and Laura and Steele came to an agreement in the Palace Garden. Steele agreed to forfeit his passports to Laura and she agreed to dot…dot…dot.
So under the magical influence of a Dom Perignon cork from the Top of the Mark and reciting Tony Bennett lyrics, they headed off to consummate this relationship as it was meant to have been, in the clear skies of a warm Mediterranean night.
