Chapter 1

"I have to find a way to break up with Paul," Will Truman told his friend, Jack McFarlane, over breakfast. "He's just not right for me. He's much to possessive for one thing."

"My, I don't believe you and Grace," Jack responded. "You both have such bad taste."

"I know..." Will started to agree with his flighty friend then paused when he caught the inferred insult. "He's so needy, and desperate. And he's always telling me how gorgeous I am."

"Oh, yeah," Jack agreed sarcastically. "Just brought up a little eggroll there."

"Like last night," Will went on. "He tried to say 'I love you' in sign language. The candle caught his sleeve on fire... I had to throw my margarita on him."

"To put out the fire?" Jack asked.

"No-o-o," Will explained. "Because he tried to say 'I love you' in sign language."

"So why are you still going out with him anyway?" Jack asked. "Are you a tubby chaser?"

"I'm almost embarrassed to say it," Will said. "It's so ridiculous. He's got this amazing dog."

"Ooooh!" Jack said, misunderstanding Will, as he usually did. "His dog. I've stayed with many a guy because he had a nice big dog," he obviously thought that Will was referring to his friend's cock.

"So well trained," Will continued.

"I'm sure it is," Jack said jealously.

"Totally kissable," Will said.

"Aren't they all," Jack threw in.

"You do realize I'm talking about an actual dog, don't you?" Will asked.

"I do now," Jack replied, embarrassed by his faux pas.

Just then, Will's roommate, Grace Adler walked into the living area. The slim interior decorator wore a sleeveless sweater and wrap-around skirt. As usual, she wore no bra whenever she chose a sweater to work. She didn't feel she needed one as she thought of herself as having no breast to speak of. Men would tend to disagree with her on that.

"Good morning," she said.

"Morning," the two gay men greeted her.

"Really, I'm not going to ask you again," Grace angrily said, pointing a finger to Jack. "Stay out of my underwear drawer. Nothing fits me anymore."

Jack shook his head dejectedly. The stereotypic gay man had a tendency to break many barriers. Many of them at the expense of Will and Grace's lives.

"Soooo," Grace asked Will. "How did Paul handle the big shove off?"

"Mmmm, I couldn't do it," Will grimaced at his failure. "The dog gave me that look. And started wagging its little tail."

"You are such a sucker for a little tail," Grace said in all seriousness.

"I just wished there was some way I could keep the dog and lose the guy," Will said.

"Hey, don't say that. That's bad karma," Grace said. "I mean, I know. I know you love to play with his dog, and pet it, and talk baby talk to it..."

"Wait, wait," Jack quickly broke in. "Let me stop before you embarrass yourself. You know he's talking about an actual dog."

"Ewww, Jack," Grace scowled at her gay friend. "You've got a sick mind."

Grace went to work at her offices, frustrated at still not finding a man for herself. She was really getting disheartened at not getting fucked for so long.