Episode Fourteen Waisted Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. Oscar Wilde "Mesdames et Messieurs! Welcome to Waisted, the new hour-glass line designed by Monsieur Lexi Graham! Merci for tout zee support and now, your host! Sexy!" The French emcee of the fashion premiere was decked out in a vintage Gaultier corset, no doubt engineered by Jean-Paul G. himself. Within moments, the host and design guru strode onto center stage, smiling brightly amidst the applause issuing from the crowded hall of fashion's most famous patrons. "Many of you have asked me, did I get the idea for this collection from the famous, former stays designed by Le Furet...are furious corsets really coming back...or is this show just an attempt at shameless self promotion?" "YES...corsets are coming back! What a silly question - they never went out...just ask our first guests and my friends - the fabulous Scorpio Sisters, Machete and Stingray!" Two icy beauties made their way to center stage, oblivious to any lack of encouragement from the celebrity spectators. "Thank you Lexi, our little pup. It's about time you returned corsetry to it's proper place in society, and we do thank you, even though that's something we usually don't encourage." The crowd laughed along with Sexy, who took his seat at the head table, confident in the dominas' ability to control the crowd. "Silence! We shall tell you when you may applaud!" Juan Carlos turned to Miss Olivia. "I had no idea they'd be here, much less involved with the show," the Jackal lied through his pointy snout. "Don't worry about them," Olivia beamed, returning her attention to the show which she found to be much more interesting than JC's prattle. In fact, most everything seemed more interesting than the Spaniard lately, especially Duke's mysterious disappearance - an event that still lingered in Miss Olivia's memory, as well as on her finger in the form of the Ring.    Text Copyright © 1999 - 2005 cybersybils.com All rights reserved.