When I first went to Saudi Arabia in 1983 my wife had thrown my copy of Playboy into my suitcase at our hotel in Paris. She was embarrassed and didn’t want the woman cleaning the room to see it. I didn’t know that it was there and inadvertently smuggled it into Saudi Arabia where it was highly illegal. Thank God they didn’t open my suitcase at the airport or my career would have ended before it began.
I gave the magazine to an Egyptian who worked in my office. Enterprsingly, he cut it up and sold it off picture by picture.