Getting this far along and still revealing nothing exact or definitive about who Will and Jill are is less of a mystery and more of a fantasy on purpose. In the days of exuberance induced alacrity towards shouting from the podium, we would know by now last names, towns and cities, etc. some of which is interesting to the story. But make no mistake - Will and Jill are real, the love they tout is platinum and the knack for spinning a night of flirting and dancing into the longest date in the most luxurious resort than most mortals could even imagine let alone pull off, is the story here. Jill possesses a sweetness coupled with strength of character that used to be more common but is almost extinct in this millennium. For a guy with Will's flaws to wake up every day next to this prize of beauty and carnal optimization is too priceless to attribute to just luck. When they finally united, the small apartment Jill set up for them was such a passion den, aromatic of the hundreds of candles that were lit almost without end and their skins which matched perfectly should have been puckered beyond repair due to the constant immersion in their roman tub where they talk and cried and tantrically romanced the hours bookmarked with disbelief that they would never be apart, ever.