It was Jack's last day at University, he knew that he would miss it, the friendship, the camaraderie, the exchange of information. Several of his friends were meeting at four for a drink. It was now one, Jack had three hours to kill, he went to a cafe for some lunch. After he had eaten, he sat over a coffee reflecting on his life so far. Uncle Tom, had died six months ago, he was his mother's father's brother, he had played a major part in Jack's life so far, he had a great life, he was ninety-five when he died.
He had always been there for Jack. He was a Professor of Mathematics, when Jack was six, a game that they played was counting the numbers on car registration plates. This had great consequences in Jack's life, he was excellent at mental arithmetic. Uncle Tom gave Jack a laptop for his tenth birth, that's when Jack's interest in computers and computer programming began.
Uncle Tom was a very wealthy man, he had written over thirty books. He had an amazing Town House in a square close to the University. It was the only one that was still in its original condition, the rest had all been converted into flats. The stables at the rear of the house were still stables and could be converted into five Mews apartments. He had also a Penthouse in a block of luxury apartments with magnificent sea views on the coast. Uncle Tom and Jack spent every summer there, they both loved each other's company.
Jack had decided to take a University course on Computer Programming, Uncle Tom had told him that he had a natural talent for it. When Jack was nineteen, he wrote a gaming programme, he tried to get it listed on a Gaming Website, it was so frustrating, they were charging top dollar for every aspect of the listing, including a sizable percentage of the sales, Uncle Tom said, "Jack, you have a wonderful game, all these companies are exploiting you. It would be better if you set up your own website then you listed your games and also listed other programmers games at a reasonable price."
That was the start of Jack's business. Uncle Tom set up a company in Grand Cayman, the website was hosted there. Uncle Tom and Jack flew there to arrange everything. Uncle Tom had many contacts there as he had had offshore companies all his life. Six months later it was operational, Jack's program was a success, he was also being paid for hosting other programmers games. Jack, still a student, was making a lot of money. Jack couldn't have done it without Uncle Tom. His business ran from Uncle Tom's Penthouse, every weekend Jack was there working as he had peace and quiet with nothing to disturb him.
During the week he stayed at home with his mum and dad. He loved his mum's cooking but his own cooking had improved considerably as he was cooking a lot for Uncle Tom. Jack then thought back to two months before Uncle Tom died, Jack felt that he was going to die soon. Uncle Tom said, "Jack, I am leaving you the Penthouse in my will, I want you to have it, it's a beautiful place to live and work in. I'm leaving my house in the City to your mum, she should sell it to a developer, the house and gardens are in excellent condition but it's to big for one person or even a family to live in."
"Your mum doesn't get on with your father, they haven't got on for years. You're the reason that she has stayed there but I think she would move if you are no longer in the house. Whatever you do in life, make sure that you always look after your mother."
Jack then realised he hadn't told his mum that he was going for a drink with some of his friends from University, he sent her a message, "Hi mum, I'm out for a few drinks with friends tonight, it could be the last time that I see some of them for a while. I'll get the eight-forty train so I'll be home around nine. I will get something to eat at the pup. See you later, Jack."
A couple of minutes later mum replied, "Jack, thanks for letting me know. I'll make myself a nice omelette tonight, I've got some ironing to do as Mrs Simpson's eldest daughter had a beautiful baby son yesterday and she didn't manage to come in yesterday or today. If I don't do it then there will be to much for her to do next week. Have a nice evening and I will see you later, Love mum."
Jack smiled then thought of Mrs Simpson's younger daughter Kate, Jack was friends with her. He had driven her home one night from the local disco, she had given him his first blow job years ago, she was very good at it. He had never dated her but she was a phone call away from him and they both gave each other sexual relief. Kate was like her mum, they both had curvy bodies.
Jack had an excellent night, he only drank one and controlled his drinking, the others were all drunk. A couple of the people there were also renting space on his website, it was a good night. Jack got home just before nine, mum was in the kitchen doing the ironing, mum said, "I thought that you might be a little drunk but you're quite sober."
"Mum, I only drank wine, all the others are all drunk, some of them are now going to a disco but that wasn't for me. I left some wine in the fridge so I'll have a glass now, would you like a glass with me?"
"Jack, I would love that, I have one more of your shirts to do then I'm finished then we can go into the lounge, you can pour the wine now if you want."
