Like the documentary Dad's in Heaven with Nixon, quality archives would help this story. The last 18 years for Will & Jill has an auto-empty-trash feature that turns out to erase some of the chronology of these love devourers. The dates were adventures and prodigious. Each hotel room eclipsed the world outside so the two could get lost in each other. Asti spumanti was the preferred elixir and saturizing the sheets was the inevitable. It never mattered a drop what anyone else thought of them, they were in The Zone. They are STILL in The Zone but time has elevated it into The System. Each day has prescribed component parts, varying only to take care of matters like food, maintenance, etc. The rest of the time is nouveau old-school coupling to chase away the drains and optimize the titillation. A little movie viewing, then workout, then salute to the sun, then netting, then morning break, then grape, then a little writing, then main meal, then more netting, then afternoon break , and eventually relocate to the boudoir for evening ceremonies. All of this is entirely reasoned out but the routine is still part of The Zone. The construct here needs more clarification, but that will be forthcoming (who uses forthcoming?) It's painfully obvious if this is to be dragged out for another 11 months that some originality has to seep in. Maybe an episode with Will's prostate as the narrator.