The Cybersybils present Viva Versailles

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 phone to London. The three had agreed that the Peyton girl and the designer would do the spa thing whilst the inquisitive Wonder Waffle continued on with chauffeur Bruce to the Palace of Versailles.

"Monsieur Sexi!", exclaimed the concierge, elated to see the big tipper again at the spa. "How are you, mon Chou?"

"I'm too Sexi with an I for the world, mon Petit Prince...glad to see you're still here after last year's little fiasco."

"Ah, oui...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. Who is your friend?"

"The charming Miss Olivia," Lexi introduced as the concierge bowed and kissed a white hand. "She's here for a facial. Screw the de-tox, honey, you don't need it. And you know me...the usual wrap-in-a-chap!"

"Do you know who was just here?" Claude teased. The designer's interested gaze soon met with a set of twinkling eyes. "One guess."

"Just tell me, you big P.T. - Oprah?"

"Non, mon Dieu, plus merveilleux...Monsieur Jackal!"

Olivia and Lexi looked at one other in disbelief, then the Cybersybil sputtered, "The...Jackass?"

"OUI...he left only moments before you arrived! He came for zee manicure...his fingers, soo dirty. That man, he does not stop playing with his bullets, n'est-ce pas?"

"Juan Carlos is truly a marksman?"

The designer near screeched, "YES...didn't you see the pictures in Match, Livi? 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 le Petit Prince nodded in total agreement. "They say he has a revolver and a rose tattooed...right here!"

Olivia's eyes popped as Lexi pointed to his derrière, and she quickly adjusted her Versace shades to conceal any surprise, determined that Juan Carlos would never be her lover.

"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 Purdey rifle - I'll teach that Jackal how to shoot..." at which point, Sexi sped off, crying, "WAIT...Miss Olivia, wait for me!"