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"I promise you." Jack whispered gently into mouthpiece of the phone. "I'll always be by your side, you're my rich mama and I love you." Karen laughed fiddling with the wire in an anxious manner. Will had informed her that Jack had received the gift of a Gucci ring from a woman only known as Doll, a woman that Karen had never been told about before now. Could it be, she thought, that Jack had found a new human credit card that offered him more than she did?
"Then who is this Doll?" She asked forcing all emotion from her voice. It bothered her to think she was loosing him to another woman, sure if it was to a man things would be different. She would be jealous but forgiving, after all he was gay. But this was something else; Karen could hear Jack breathing across the line, sounded nervous and hesitant so she spoke again.
"I'm not asking poodle I'm demanding you to tell me. Is she your whore?"
"My what?!" Jack gasped incredulously. "Kare in case you haven't noticed I'm from gay town in the state of gayville. I don't have a lady-whore apart from you, you know that." He paused untangling the wire in his fingers, "I'm coming over don't move." As the phone went dead Karen sat back against the wall and sighed. Ever since she had split from Stan things seemed to have gone downhill, money was getting tight after the cut credit card fiasco and work was tough, she was there almost 10 hours a week now actually being forced to answer the phone with the corny "Grace Adler designs". It made her want to be sick to have to be this normal person again, single and unwillingly thrust into the puddle of the middle class. The only thing that kept her sane was Jack and occasionally a witty remark from Will and Grace. Now Jack was losing interest in her after the money had decreased and it hurt. It hurt more than the pills could control more than a martini could drown and being out of practice with these feelings only made them harder to deal with.
"Miss Karen, Mr Jack." Rosario broadcast, as the bedroom door was forced open unceremoniously. Jack walked in with a mission to his step and stood before her. He towered in his tallness as she sat on the floor hugging her knees in a drunken stupor. She hadn't expected him to be there that quickly but then again how long had she been thinking like this? "Give me your hand." Jack requested reaching forward in a simple gesture but Karen wouldn't move. After all, this was only so Just Jack didn't feel the guilt she knew he should be feeling right now. "How dare you." She muttered moving away from him into the corner of the room next to the balcony. "Go back to your doll." Jack's mouth gaped open at the shock of being at the end of Karen's wroth. She had never been nasty to him before and it damn well wasn't going to happen now.
"I'm not taking this from you." He said sternly and moved towards her, getting hold of her arms. He hauled Karen to her feet and down the stairs paying no attention to her struggles and comments. "Rosario, we're going out, where's driver?" The maid stared at them torn between shock and mirth at the change in power. Eventually a giggle escaped her lips and she pointed towards the kitchen door. "Don't you laugh at me ayuda, I got your passport." Karen spat as Jack pulled her towards the kitchen. She looked around in awe; the kitchen was alien to her with pans and plates everywhere and cupboards full of solid food. She pulled fiercely against Jack's grip as he tried to talk to the driver giving him the directions of their destination. "Stop that!" He yelled. "This is for your own good!" Karen sighed and leaned against Jack, biding her time to plan her escape, and then it came to her. "Look honey sexy buns cook is coming in naked!" She yelled loudly, running for the door as jack stared towards the back entrance with a horny look on his face. "Yes freedom!" Karen shouted inches from the door when suddenly it opened and hit her straight on the nose, knocking her backwards. "Rosario!" Jack shouted slightly angered at the maid's clumsiness. "She's out cold!" He crouched down by her side and gently slapped the side of her face, but alas she stayed peaceful, eyes closed and nose bleeding. "Well, at least she won't fight now." He said carefully lifting her into his arms. "Driver if you don't mind."
The journey was quiet to the bar Jack had planned to take her to. Naturally the master plan had gone slightly awry and the tissues used to clean up Karen's nose bleed were sticking to his hands in an uncomfortable mess. He couldn't believe she would be shallow enough to think that he only loved her for her money. Sure it takes a social climber to know one but their relationship wasn't like Stan and Karen's. He loved her because she was his soul mate not an eternal Billion-dollar bank balance.
"Stop here driver." He commanded knocking on the glass. Karen didn't even wake when driver swerved to the right and parked suddenly against the curb. That bang on the nose must have done more than they thought, then again it couldn't help having that coupled with endless supplies of vodka. "You can go back to the penthouse, Miss Karen is staying with me tonight and don't kill yourself on the way back"
"I promise you." Jack whispered gently into mouthpiece of the phone. "I'll always be by your side, you're my rich mama and I love you." Karen laughed fiddling with the wire in an anxious manner. Will had informed her that Jack had received the gift of a Gucci ring from a woman only known as Doll, a woman that Karen had never been told about before now. Could it be, she thought, that Jack had found a new human credit card that offered him more than she did?
"Then who is this Doll?" She asked forcing all emotion from her voice. It bothered her to think she was loosing him to another woman, sure if it was to a man things would be different. She would be jealous but forgiving, after all he was gay. But this was something else; Karen could hear Jack breathing across the line, sounded nervous and hesitant so she spoke again.
"I'm not asking poodle I'm demanding you to tell me. Is she your whore?"
"My what?!" Jack gasped incredulously. "Kare in case you haven't noticed I'm from gay town in the state of gayville. I don't have a lady-whore apart from you, you know that." He paused untangling the wire in his fingers, "I'm coming over don't move." As the phone went dead Karen sat back against the wall and sighed. Ever since she had split from Stan things seemed to have gone downhill, money was getting tight after the cut credit card fiasco and work was tough, she was there almost 10 hours a week now actually being forced to answer the phone with the corny "Grace Adler designs". It made her want to be sick to have to be this normal person again, single and unwillingly thrust into the puddle of the middle class. The only thing that kept her sane was Jack and occasionally a witty remark from Will and Grace. Now Jack was losing interest in her after the money had decreased and it hurt. It hurt more than the pills could control more than a martini could drown and being out of practice with these feelings only made them harder to deal with.
"Miss Karen, Mr Jack." Rosario broadcast, as the bedroom door was forced open unceremoniously. Jack walked in with a mission to his step and stood before her. He towered in his tallness as she sat on the floor hugging her knees in a drunken stupor. She hadn't expected him to be there that quickly but then again how long had she been thinking like this? "Give me your hand." Jack requested reaching forward in a simple gesture but Karen wouldn't move. After all, this was only so Just Jack didn't feel the guilt she knew he should be feeling right now. "How dare you." She muttered moving away from him into the corner of the room next to the balcony. "Go back to your doll." Jack's mouth gaped open at the shock of being at the end of Karen's wroth. She had never been nasty to him before and it damn well wasn't going to happen now.
"I'm not taking this from you." He said sternly and moved towards her, getting hold of her arms. He hauled Karen to her feet and down the stairs paying no attention to her struggles and comments. "Rosario, we're going out, where's driver?" The maid stared at them torn between shock and mirth at the change in power. Eventually a giggle escaped her lips and she pointed towards the kitchen door. "Don't you laugh at me ayuda, I got your passport." Karen spat as Jack pulled her towards the kitchen. She looked around in awe; the kitchen was alien to her with pans and plates everywhere and cupboards full of solid food. She pulled fiercely against Jack's grip as he tried to talk to the driver giving him the directions of their destination. "Stop that!" He yelled. "This is for your own good!" Karen sighed and leaned against Jack, biding her time to plan her escape, and then it came to her. "Look honey sexy buns cook is coming in naked!" She yelled loudly, running for the door as jack stared towards the back entrance with a horny look on his face. "Yes freedom!" Karen shouted inches from the door when suddenly it opened and hit her straight on the nose, knocking her backwards. "Rosario!" Jack shouted slightly angered at the maid's clumsiness. "She's out cold!" He crouched down by her side and gently slapped the side of her face, but alas she stayed peaceful, eyes closed and nose bleeding. "Well, at least she won't fight now." He said carefully lifting her into his arms. "Driver if you don't mind."
The journey was quiet to the bar Jack had planned to take her to. Naturally the master plan had gone slightly awry and the tissues used to clean up Karen's nose bleed were sticking to his hands in an uncomfortable mess. He couldn't believe she would be shallow enough to think that he only loved her for her money. Sure it takes a social climber to know one but their relationship wasn't like Stan and Karen's. He loved her because she was his soul mate not an eternal Billion-dollar bank balance.
"Stop here driver." He commanded knocking on the glass. Karen didn't even wake when driver swerved to the right and parked suddenly against the curb. That bang on the nose must have done more than they thought, then again it couldn't help having that coupled with endless supplies of vodka. "You can go back to the penthouse, Miss Karen is staying with me tonight and don't kill yourself on the way back"