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The Day After Forever: An Erotic Love Story for Us All

The Day After Forever: An Erotic Love Story for Us All

Reese Cantwell

Update: 2021-11-12

Chapter 1

  • If you believe in luck then Wes Jameson has been lucky, very lucky. If you believe in hard work and doing the smart things in life, making good choices and all that, perhaps that can account for what he's made of himself.
  • His growing up wasn't particularly auspicious. He was one of many boys raised by a single, hard-working mom and she certainly gave him all the love a boy could want even if she couldn't provide all the material things our world seems to expect. But she taught him to be fair to others, to work hard, and to use his head and initiative. He knew that these were good values, ones that would help him become the man he wanted to be. And he knew he wanted to be somone successful, likely in business for himself.
  • His mother also listened when he talked about his hopes and dreams. Those really took off when his best friend, Jeremy Davids, got a computer for his Christmas present. Wes and Jeremy were already best of friends but the computer sealed the two of them even tighter. Both boys fell in love at eleven…with computers.
  • They spent the majority of their time together, not just with one another, but with Jeremy's computer. And, it was on Wes's twelfth birthday that his mother gave him his own, a rather state-of-the-art laptop, one that she had to stretch to afford. But she already knew that this would likely be his future. The boys were learning how to program and began devouring programming books from the library the way their other friends were reading the Dune novels and Harry Potter books. It was pretty much what they talked about, read about, and did on their computers. Was it pretty much an obsession? Just about everyone who knew Wes and Jeremy thought so but it did lead to them both getting summer jobs when they were sixteen.
  • It was through their computer science teacher in high school who got them both jobs at the place he worked during the summers, a large, automated manufacturing company with a sizable computer support department. The firm usually hired college-aged summer help but Wes and Jeremy's teacher convinced the managers that he had two students who could hold their own. It was a summer job that they both held until the end of their junior year in college.
  • But then Wes was just too impatient with waiting and started a business which leveraged on all the experience that he had gained during his summers. It began as a consulting venture and when he soon got more work than he could handle, he brought in Jeremy as well. Within six to eight months, it began to take off to the extent that he really had little time left for studying. So, Wes got himself several clients, left the university, made an offer to Jeremy and one other friend from college, Emory Boothman, and went on from there.
  • No, Bill Gates he wasn't.
  • At first, they rented a small office in a rather seedy part of the city; a bit crude but it kept the overhead low which was important. The venture did rather well, though; it doubled and tripled each of the first few years and success kept coming his way as the company grew. Jeremy remained his number-two throughout the expansion and they not only got along quite well, they also seemed to know where the other stood on business thinking even before they discussed the issues that arose in the business.
  • Wes's luck continued while the business grew and then he met Tracey, Tracey Phillips.
  • He was twenty-three at the time and she was waitressing in a restaurant where he went with some co-workers to celebrate landing a new, important customer.
  • She was delightful, a college student in marketing, it turned out, and her knowledge of the wine list and menu was outstanding. All the guys he was with, except for Jason Gilbert, just back from his honeymoon, were hitting on her, though all in a gentlemanly matter. All but Wes.
  • "She's nice, huh?" one of his guys asked leaning his way. "You don't seem to be interested, you okay?"
  • "Yeah, I'm fine, just enjoying the evening and happy we landed such an important new client. You guys seem to have the bases covered with our pretty waitress anyway. Good luck," he told him and took another sip of his Cabernet. The evening wound to a close, Wes paid the bill and left the guys to go on with their partying; he was tired and his mind was on the business as usual. If anything, Wes was focused, a true techie.
  • The next morning, Wes felt fine but several of his people were moving rather slowly. He asked Emory how the rest of the evening went.
  • "Really good. Oh, by the way, the little waitress? Several of us made moves on her after you left and, well, boss, guess what? She said she was interested. But not in us. She wanted me to give you this," and he handed the boss a folded note. Wes stuck it in his pocket and, back in his office, took it out.
  • It read, 'Mr. Jameson, First, let me thank you for your generous gratuity this evening. It was a pleasure to serve your group and I hope to again. Second, several of your associates have shown an interest in getting to know me outside of work and I nicely turned away their attention. Third, and last, I hope that I was able to attract the attention of one man in particular among their group, the one holding this note,' and it was signed Tracey Phillips with a phone number beneath.
  • He sat there at his desk, covered with papers, and stared at the note, remembering back to her pretty face and pleasant way and, somehow, seemed to know that this young woman just might become someone quite important to him. She was so pretty, sweet and patient with all them, especially after a few drinks were had, yes, it was clear enough that she wa\nted to see more of him.