Episode Three Viva Versailles I prefer rogues to imbeciles, because they sometimes take a rest. Alexandre Dumas-Fils The Daimler limousine slowly pulled up to the valet stand at Le Grand Trianon Spa where Olivia and her new friend Lexi alighted, leaving Maddie alone in the back seat, talking on her cell phone to London. The three had agreed that the Peyton girl and the designer would go do the spa thang whilst the inquisitive Ms. Lacroix continued on with chauffeur Bruce to the Palace. "Sexy!", exclaimed the concierge, elated to see his old friend again at the spa. "How are you, mon petit chou-chou?" "FABU, Claude...glad to see you're still here after last year's little...fiasco," Lexi remarked with a devilish simper. "Ah yes, my friend...the strong survive...!" "YES," Lexi smiled, his broadest grin yet. "And are you still seeing that lightning rod...what was his name...Thor...?" "Aaah merde, non...zee pig ran off with an American actor. Anyway...who is your friend?" "The charming Miss Olivia," Lexi introduced as the concierge bowed and kissed a white hand. "She's here for your smoking detox and a facial. And you know me...the usual...wrap-in-a-chap!" "Of course. Now, Lexi...do you know who was just here?" Claude teased. The designer's interested gaze soon met with a set of twinkling eyes. "I'll give you one guess." "Just tell me, you big P.T. - was it Oprah?" "Non, mon Dieu, plus merveilleux...Monsieur Jackel!" Olivia and Lexi looked at one other in disbelief, then the Cybersybil sputtered, "That...jackass?" "OUI...he left only moments before you arrived! He came for a manicure...his fingers, soo dirty. That man, he does not stop playing with his bullets, n'est-ce pas?" "So this Juan Carlos is truly a marksman?" The designer nearly screeched, "YES...didn't you just see the pictures in Match, girl? Any-way, he stays up all night sometimes cleaning his guns when what that little devil needs, more than anything, is a nice man to tell him when to come to bed." "A man?" Olivia guffawed. "Now the Jackal is gay? Or is he bi?" "I say he swings both ways, and if you ever saw his tush, then you'd understand," Lexi replied, as Claude nodded in total agreement. "They say he has a revolver and a rose tattooed...right here!" Olivia's eyes popped a tad as Lexi pointed to his own derrière and she quickly adjusted her Versace shades to conceal her surprise. She was determined that Juan Carlos would never be her lover. What man, after all, could have half of France discussing the finer points of his backside, and then be able to please the sweet soul-longings of the intensely private Peyton girl? Olivia, herself no stranger to love's disappointments, had previously dated a parade of rogues, finally coming to the conclusion that she might never find true love. While she would certainly like to feel the embrace of a strong man...she was smart enough to realize that a pistol and petals inked on one's butt did not an Errol Flynn make...she shook her head, as if to dispel any silly romantic notions from entering her brain. "Enough boys! I've got me some herbal tea leaves to read," and with that, the Cybersybil strode off, muttering to herself, "Where did Posh put that Purdy rifle - I'll teach that Jackal how to shoot..." at which point, Sexy winked at Claude and sped off, crying, "WAIT...Miss Olivia, wait for me!"    Text Copyright © 1999 - 2005 cybersybils.com All rights reserved.