Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2015 19:19:41 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Lady Jean Peterson/3

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 M/V Lady Jean Peterson/3

By BobbyG

Scott would have no recall of the next few days and it would be weeks
before he knew the whole story of that day.

His father had been flown to the Dutch Frigate where they worked
brilliantly and kept him alive so he could be flown to Aden and once
there a hospital aircraft flew them all back to London and after two
weeks Scott was told that his father was out of danger, but he would be
paralysed from the waist down.

Scott spent every hour by his fathers side and when William eventually
was able to be told what had happened, Scott hung on to him and grieved
with his father, all day and night.

Despite the fact William was a dreadful skier as he was in all sports, he
was in fact very fit and strong and that was one reason he survived and
as each day passed and with the care of the great medical team, they were
very optimistic about his physical recovery, albeit now permanently
handicapped. Eventually Scott was able to talk to him even though he
already knew it was going to be an uphill struggle.

"Dad I have to meet with our people and need your office to work from.
Tell me what to do and I will do it."
"Take over Scott, I cant be bothered now, just take it all."
"Dad I will work with our people, but I cant do it on my own. I need you
to help me, I know very little about business. Dad I need YOU to help
me." William looked at his son and half smiled.
"I say again, take the lot, I don't want anything now, not without mum.
You have a good brain son and we have good people to help you, they will
stay loyal have no doubt about it, but Scott I'm finished I just
cant........."
Scott looked at his grieving father and without thinking said the one
thing that would see William at the start of his long recovery.
"And what would mum say about what you have just said? Would she expect
you to cave in and leave me on my own with very little clue what to do?
Dad, what ever she said I know it wouldn't be very polite."

An hour later William stopped sobbing his heart out while Scott had clung
on to him. Scott did not cry, he felt he should stay strong for his
father, but more than that he was trying to stop the hate that consumed
him and knew full well that if there had been weapons available he would
have no thoughts about using them. But Scott also knew this was not going
to be a quick fix and would have to wait until his father was ready to
accept his life without his wife at his side.

A month later Scott took William home and now he was beginning to come to
terms with his loss, Scott was able to talk about the businesses
again and hope to get some positive response from his father, but there
was one subject he could not bring up just yet and he was working with
the ship yard Managing Director and the company's legal department to
think through his plans for a different role for the "Hauksson." He
had called various senior management personnel plus finance and legal
departments to a meeting a week after his father was back home.

"Right ladies and gentlemen, we all know I am new to this and it maybe
possible that you have opinions about me, my age and my temporary role,
but I do not want to hear them. However, dad will be back sometime in the
future and save his various companies from my inexperience and get them
back to what he wants them to be. Meanwhile you will still draw your
considerable salaries but until then you will have to put up with me and
this is what I want you to work on.

As you know the "Hauksson" is being converted into an ocean research
ship. That is to stop and plans will now be drawn up to convert her into
an escort ship that will accompany my fathers ships while they sail
through pirate seas and this is how it will be done and my list
of new equipment and structural alterations to achieve it." He handed
them a long list that he had worked on for the past two months to be able
to convert the ship, not only into an escort for the fleet, but as a
search and rescue ship with fire fighting abilities as well.

"No doubt there will be those of you who think this is stupid and coming
from someone with little experience, its possibly not an idea you will
agree with because there is no profit in it for the company. I will
disregard any negative comments and all you need to think about is, if a
ship like the one I am proposing was escorting the O6 on that day, my
mother would still be alive and my father physically sound and not
mourning her murder. You have a month to develop this and submit it to
me. When he is able I will present it to my father for his approval or
not, which ever it is I will accept it, but if I ever get command of one
of his ships in the future I will have the means to protect my crew even
though the international marine law makers and the bleeding hearts tell
us we cannot be armed to protect ourselves as we might hurt someone who
have no problem killing anyone who happens to be in their way. Thank you
for this meeting and your politeness in not throwing anything at me but I
have to go, a disabled father and widower needs his sons support." Scott
got the shock of his life when he stood up to leave, everyone stood up as
well as he left his fathers conference room.

As soon as he got home he went straight to William's bedroom and sat with
him and held his hand looking at a father who's world had been destroyed
by unknown hands. William woke up and smiled at his son.

"I'm going to be fine Scott and I WILL get back to work soon and I want
you to be the same, we both have a lot of people relying on us. You were
right about what mum would have said and thank you for reminding me and I
need to remind you of someone, have you spoken to Andrew at all?" Scott
had not given Andrew much thought since the attack.



"No dad, we have more important things to think about now, but I did have
an email from him sending his condolences and his thoughts and best
wishes from him and his family. I thanked him and left it at that."
"And you have had no contact since then?"
"No, no point, he will be moving on. I cant expect him to put his life on
hold waiting for something that wont happen, not now anyway."
"Call him Scott, that's what mum would be telling you to do and you know
she would not mince her words at you either."

Scott sat at his desk and looked at Andrew's video contact. He stared at
it for some time and then clicked the call key.

Andrew and his ex Tom were having a coffee with Andrew listening to Tom
talking about his mother.
"Andy, its so good, mom is doing well and we are all being more positive
about her coming through all of this crap. Thanks Andy for being here for
me, I could not have gotten through this without you."
"Glad I could help. I just wished there was someone else I could do the
same for." Apart from him sending an email offering his and his families
condolences he had only got a reply thanking him and that was the last
time he had any contact with Scott which was a month ago. He looked at
Tom and wished it was Scott sitting there instead. Tom could not give a
toss about Andrew's feelings, he was fairly confident Andy was warming to
him and would go to the next level in getting him back.

"Andy, can I ask a favour?"
"Try me."
"My laptop has decided to die and I need to email mom. Can I use yours?"
Tom already knew Andrew's computer would be in his bedroom and without
thinking Andrew told him it would be fine. Andrew changed direction and
took them to his home.
"There is something else I would like Andy."
"Ok, try me again."
"I would like to take you out for a meal tonight?" Andrew thought about
the offer and knew what Tom hoped for after the meal.
"Ok thanks, but don't expect anything afterwards, I'm not going there
again Tom. You email your mum and I will shower and change." Tom was
hoping Andy may think differently with a few glasses of wine in him. Tom
was about to get a boost in his plans to get Andrew back where he wanted
him when he was in his bedroom emailing his mother while Andrew took a
shower. As he was writing there was a "ping" that told him someone was
video calling Andrew. He looked at the caller details and realised this
was Andy's new guy, someone called Scott apparently and his rival. Tom
took his tee shirt off and made the connection.

Scott was not expecting to see who he was looking at even though the guy
was as handsome as its possible to be and half naked.

"Oh, hello, is Andrew there?" Scott's heart was falling even further as
he looked at this guy and knew who ever he was, he was in Andrew's
bedroom.
"Hi, Andy is taking a shower before we go out. Who are you?" Scott just
stared at this great looking guy and saw all he needed to know, Andrew
had moved on.
"I'm Scott, give him my best wishes, but I'm guessing you wont."
Scott cut the call and at the same time told himself he would forget
Andrew. He had lost more than him anyway and he would not have the same
problems getting over Andrew as he was going through right now with the
loss of his mother and his father being disabled. He got stuck back into
his work and tried to forget Andrew, but he could not get him out of his
head and receiving an email from him a week later didn't help either.

I have just looked through my history of contacts and realised you have
spoken to my ex, Tom, and as he was in my bedroom you would have assumed
he is back in my life. You are wrong, he was only there to use my
computer and as soon as your call came through he took his top off to
give you the thoughts you have. Again you are wrong.
All I was doing was a favour because his mom has been so ill and he told
me his computer was bust, ok I know now he used her to try to get back
with me, it wont happen and even if you don't want anything more to do
with me, Tom has gone and I will not be seeing him again.
NOTHING happened between us and nothing will and I don't care if you
don't believe me, I have done nothing to be ashamed of, I would not do to
you what he did to me, but because he did, I met you.
You are going to have to video call me one more time because until I see
and hear you telling me we are finished, I'm going nowhere. Take as much
time as you want, but you are still going to have to tell me and I think
I have the right to know.
I have not been fucking about, I love you Scott Peterson and I knew that
from the moment we first kissed and I know you did as well.
I can only imagine what you and your father are going through and all I
pray is that your sun will shine again one day and you both find
happiness and hope and pray I can be a part of it one day.
I love you Scott, I absolutely adore you, even though your only a Brit!
Much love and ALL my love to you and my kind regards to your father.
Andrew.

He read the email several times and by the time he had finished he
realised he was smiling, he could not remember the last time he had.

"So, what are you going to do about it?"
"Video him and eat humble pie I suppose."
"Sod off, you don't have too. Anyone would have thought what you did, but
now Andrew has explained what happened its all fine, I don't think Andrew
knows how to lie and I'm certain he is the type of man who once commits
to someone or something, he stays committed."
"How do you know all that?"
"Mum told me and neither you or I knew her to be wrong." He looked at his
son and knew that this situation between the two of them was helping him
and now they looked to be back together, he needed to give Scott time to
be himself.
"I am going back to full time work the day after this place is adapted
for my use and I will arrange everything, so I don't need you to help,
instead go to the yard and see what's happening to the "Hauksson."

The time had come for Scott to tell him of his plans for the ship. They
went to the kitchen where Brenda, the house keeper who had been with them
since just before Scott was born, had prepared their lunch. As they ate
Scott talked and was able to give William what he wanted the ship to
become and full details about the new conversion, which included various
structural improvements and a full comprehensive list of all the
equipment he wanted, from the new Rolls Royce marine engines to the
colour he wanted it painted and the name, "M/V Lady Jean Peterson."
That's the only thing I wont argue about even if you don't agree with
what I want her for." William looked at the plans and the list of
equipment.
"Costs?" This was the big one and the one thing he was dreading.
"A million and a half, give or take a fiver." Scott tried to sound as off
hand as he could and waited for his father to blow up. William didn't and
knew it was going to be high anyway.
"And where will we get the money from?" More dread coming up.
"Sell your shares in the American hotels. I already know they are worth a
million, finance told me."
"OUR shares, ok that leaves maintenance and ship finance support. Any
thoughts?"
"Sell the shares in the two hotels here as well. That's another million
plus and if its invested through the finance company we should be able to
support the ship that we need to pay for the running costs, well most of
it according to finance."
"Salaries?"
"I was hoping they would be met within the company."
"Don't tell me, finance told you it could be met?"
"Yes. Dad I know it will be nothing but a loss and all I hope is we can
cover that loss, but personally I would rather loose finance than another
life and we both know that if the O6 had been armed mum could possibly
still be with us and you not so badly handicapped. But, and its an
important but, as we are at this time the international marine law makers
and certain governments will not allow us or anyone else to be armed and
I am sure if we were, no pirate would take another ship and there would
be a fair chance that no crew would be killed either if we could fire
back. Why the hell troops from the country of ship ownership are not put
on board to protect that countries assets goodness knows, but then I'm
not a politician or law maker and those bastards live in a different
world to the rest of us.

Dad, I see this as a stop gap until the authorities wake up and allow
ships crews to defend themselves in the same way as others attack. If and
when ships can be armed we will be in a situation that we can revert to
the original plan and become a survey ship and then she can start to earn
her keep."

"You know I will agree and for what its worth its a fantastic idea, but
it could be dangerous and you may find it difficult to find crew, still
its now your baby and good luck with it. I want you to devote your whole
time on her, but do try to keep in budget Scott."
"Which is?"
"Look Scott I know its a huge cost for us to be able to get the ship
converted to what you want and at least we can cover most of it and
that's our good fortune, but we have worked hard to get there in the
first place. The budget is, two and a half million and five pounds, not a
penny more. Now bugger off and contact Andrew. Scott left leaving William
to think and as he did he noticed Scott had forgotten to take his mobile
with him. He looked around him as if there was someone spying on him.
He picked it up and felt really bad doing it. He stared at the phone for
some time and then made up his mind. "Fuck it, its a means to an end."
He looked at Scott's contact numbers and found Andrew's. He smiled to
himself and wrote the number down.

"Hi Scott, good to see you again. Scott believe me please I did
not........
"You do love me then?"
"Of course I do and would never do anything to destroy us. Scott we were
both involved before we met, neither of us can change anything, but I
know for sure there is nothing I want to change now, not if you will have
me back that is."
"I don't think I ever dumped you, at least I know that now. Shall we
forget it all and start again?"
"Forget what?" It was good to laugh again even though the pain was still
there.

An hour later Scott was back with his father telling him about most of
what they had said. "He doesn't know when he can get off and come over,
but I'm going to Yorkshire tomorrow for a few days to look at a new radio
controlled helicopter and it looks just the thing I want. The guys up
there are trying to get the police, fire and military interested for
surveillance work and by the look of it, it will be perfect for what I'm
looking for."
"How many days?"
"Four will be enough, why?"
"Oh nothing important, just need to know that's all. Still, I will have
to get used to being on my own soon enough. Drive carefully son."

"Walter Bushman?"
"Yes, who ever you are this has got to be important, its 3am!"
"Oh Walter I am so sorry, this is William Peterson speaking from
England and I was hoping to speak to Andrew. I just forgot the time
difference."
"No problem as its you William. How are you and Scott?"
"We are coming through it Walter, its tough, but we are getting there
slowly."
"Good to hear it William. Look just hang on and I will go and get
Andrew." Two minutes later;
"Sir William?"
"Hello Andrew I'm ringing so you and I can arrange for you to get over
here and surprise Scott when he gets back from Yorkshire in three days
time. Any chance you can?" They talked it through and by the end of it
they had sorted it all out.
"You will get your ticket on line later today. I will have my car sent to
meet you so look out for your name at arrivals." They spoke some more and
Andrew went back to bed but could not get back to sleep. He had a hell of
a smile on his lovely face as he thought of Scott's lovely face.
William also had a smile on HIS face. Andrew did not know it would be
Scott meeting him and Scott would think it was someone else he was
meeting and not Andrew. "How's that my dear, impressed?" He asked his
late wife.

"So, was it all you expected?"
"Its great dad. I will now have a really great way of being able to fly
off the ship and have a good look at anything suspicious at two miles.
I'm waiting to hear from the legal team to find out if I can carry tear
gas to use against a possible attack. The water cannons are the most
powerful available and I doubt anyone will get on board, but without the
tear gas they could fire at as well out of range of the cannons. We will
just have to wait and see. Anyway I'm going to wake Andrew up and piss
him off."
"Before you do that I need to ask you to go to Heathrow tomorrow and pick
up a friend of mine and drop him off at the flat. Thomas is off for a
couple of weeks and cant go." Thomas was Brenda's husband and had been a
part of the Peterson's family as long as she had. He was driver,
gardener, handyman and anything else he was asked to be and, like Brenda,
was a huge part of the Peterson family. He was the only person who
ignored William's insistence not to call him 'Sir" and Jean, "Lady." He
even called Scott, "Master Scott." He and Brenda were as massively
effected by Jean's death as anyone.
"No problem, what's his name and where is he coming from?"
"Andrew Richmond from the US, he may have some ideas about the conversion
as he is in engineering and very well qualified it seems. We will go up
together and meet him next week sometime. He will have a few days looking
around London, apparently he has never been there before, maybe you could
tell him the best tourist sights to see. Oh, he lands at midday at
Terminal 4."
Scott thought no more about it and who this Andrew would be, his father
had contacts all over the world and Scott had no idea how many. He went
to try to video call Andrew, but had no idea was already on his way to
JFK.

Scott stood with many others waiting for friends, family, business
colleges and taxi drivers all looking out for their pickups. Scott stood
by the taxi drivers because that's what he felt like. He had his board
with Andrew Richmond's name on it and as soon as he saw his Andrew come
into sight, he realised what his dad had done and just stood rooted to
the spot with a huge smile on his face. Andrew was still looking around
him looking for his driver and Scott could see him look at all the name
boards and not the person holding it. Scott watched him and when Andrew
got closer, raised the board so it covered his face. He could see
Andrew's legs and cases and waited for Andrew to read his board. Scott
lowered it and smiled even more as Andrew suddenly realised who he was
looking at. There would be about 300 people around them, but it was as if
they were the only ones there. Scott took two steps forward and they both
threw their arms around one another and they would be like that for some
time, just holding tight and even tighter as each whispered to the other,
"I love you......, I love you."

"Oh my God! Andrew said and Scott replied, "I know."
"You sod you could have told me you were meeting me." And hug on tightly
again.
"I didn't know it was you coming. This is dad's doing, it just tells me
he is starting to get better. I love you Andrew, lets sit down for a
minute I'm shaking." They got to seats some distance away from the crowd
and just stared at one another still not believing they were back
together.
"I bet dad rings or texts soon." He had hardly got that out when his
phone rang.
"Hello father."
"Hi Scott, have you met your passenger yet?"
"I want to say something really smart, but I'm too over the moon dad.
Thanks so much. Oh Christ I cant believe it!"
"Just have a wonderful time both of you. I'm not expecting you back for a
week, have a lovely time and tell Andrew welcome from me."
"Thanks again dad." And closed the call.
"He says you are to behave and sleep in the guest room."
"Fuck off, where are we going?"
"To our flat that you lot call an apartment. You will love it, its in the
West End and you will like the drive as well, come on let me get you out
of here." They got up and went towards the car park.
"What car did you bring, the Rolls or the Bentley?"
"The Ford."
"Cheap as shit, still it will do I guess." Scott led the way to the
Mustang.
"This do?"
"Wow! I had to come to the UK for a ride in one of these. You have got
good taste Scott."
"In cars or boyfriend?"
"Both."

Scott took the long route giving Andrew a little tour of England's
capital. The drive up the Mall impressed Andrew and the closer they got
to Buckingham Palace the more Andrew stared out looking intently as Scott
swung round the Victoria Memorial.
"That's Buckingham Palace Scott!"
"Is it? You sure?"
"Shall we call in to say hi?"
"She's not there."
"How do you know, you on phone contact then?" Scott was dying to say he
was.
"Her Standard is not flying, that means she is away, most probably gone
to work at Burger King or where ever."
"If she worked there it would be called Burger Queen surely."
"Shall we go to the flat? I want to get you naked."
"Thought you would never ask. How far?"
"Two miles and in this traffic, two hours."

Scott drove into the underground car park and once again Andrew was
impressed.
"Yea God's you even have your own parking slot." As he saw the "PETERSON"
notice.
"There is another one next to us look." Andrew did and saw the Jaguar
parked there. "It's dad's and he used it when he and mum drove up from
home, this is mum's car."
"Oh shit Scott, I'm sorry I......."
"Don't be Andrew, you were not to know, it makes me feel that much closer
to her. Come on lets go in. " He lent over and kissed Andrew. "At long
last we have time to ourselves and I'm going to take full advantage of it
and you." It was Andrew's turn to kiss Scott and then they got all his
luggage out and took it to the lift and began the long assent the top of
the building, all 50 stories of it.

Scott closed the door and once again they wrapped arms around one another
and kissed for a very, very long time and as they did they twisted this
way and that as they removed their out door clothes and shoes and hung
them on the floor. Scott kissed Andrew to the lounge and once there they
lifted tee shirts, undid belts, unzipped zips and forced jeans over hips
and left it to gravity to do the rest. They each stepped out of them and
at arms length looked at the other with just their briefs and once again
took in the shear beauty of the man standing in front of him and smiling
at the enormous hardon trying to break out.

Scott pulled them close in again and they stroked one another's backs
while once again locked together with their mouths. Scott slide both
hands down and pushed them under Andrew's briefs and fondled the most
wonderful bum cheeks in the world. Andrew followed Scott and now each of
them pulled as hard as they could grinding their cocks into one another.
Andrew finally stopped his kissing. "If we don't get these things off
soon my cock will snap off." Scott kissed him once more and then to
Andrew's neck licking down to his chest and nipples where he sent this
extraordinary American almost over the top as he bit gently on them and
then teasing with his tongue.
"Fuck." Whispered Andrew.
"Later." Scott whispered back. He now kissed his way down to Andrew's
fantastic stomach and his belly button which turned out to be as
sensitive as his nipples were and bought out another "fuck" from this man
of men. Now on his knees Scott just looked at the sight of Andrew's
briefs and watched as the still hidden masterpiece throbbed under the
thin white material. Scott closed the gap and for the first time kissed
the whole length of Andrew's penis from head to balls and there he stayed
kissing and licking that most glorious of packages.

Scott was near to blowing a gut himself and had to see the real thing
before he did and as slowly he could pulled the front of the briefs
forward and down until, at last, the object that he had only ever seen
3000 miles from him, now came into view and as he lowered Andrew's briefs
right down, he kissed the head and then the whole 6.5 length of it, many,
many times and from there to the ball sack and sucked like a baby would
on a tit, one at a time and then both. He kissed his way back to the head
and kept his lips on it and then, very slowly, opened his mouth and took
it in and then the whole length of the shaft, right to the base. Andrew
meanwhile was standing rigid with his hands behind his back uttering all
sorts of sounds of pleasure as Scott now got back to the head and stayed
there licking his man almost to the point of no return.

After some time blowing man magnificent, Scott began to kiss his way back
up and eventually arrived at Andrew's face and once again kissed the
sweetest of lips. He pulled away and looked at Andrew who opened his eyes
at long last and smiled at Scott.
"You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of that Scott and in real
life its even better."
"I have had the same dream, but its not happen for real yet." Andrew took
the hint and after kissing Scott began to make his dream come true by
descending down the length of Scott's 6ft immaculate body  and by the
time he had reached his briefs, Scott was in the same world he had sent
Andrew too.

Andrew kissed and licked his way and smiled as the noise coming from
above him told him that Scott's dreams were being more than realised and
when he got to that amazing package Andrew had to control himself as all
he wanted to do was rip them off and see for himself if it really was 7
inches. At long last he pulled the briefs down and bared all as this
glorious rod sprung out and hit him in the face. "Oh my word, its thicker
than I thought, its going to split me in half," he smiled at the thought
and opened his mouth and forced five inches down as far as gagging aloud.
On and on he went and higher and higher Scott became until suddenly he
was pulled to his feet and taken to the couch and laid on it with Scott
on top. They wrapped their arms around one another's shoulders and at the
same time Scott ground his hips onto Andrew's as did their cocks and as
it went on so both of them realised it would not be for long before they
both reached the top and together fall over it.
"Andrew, I'm going to cum...... Andrew...." They were almost there and
once again kissed one another deeply and waited for the inevitable. It
came and so did they as their bodies recoiled to every eruption, time and
time again.
After the last drop had blasted out all they were capable of was to cling
together and wait to get their breath back. "Oh Christ........" Nothing
more was said, neither of them could anyway and just settled for long and
gentle kisses.

They moved so Andrew had his back to the couch and Scott in front of him
and as they kissed they grabbed hold of the others cock and slowly and
gently stroked one another. Each cock responded and both of them were
once again as hard as granite.
"You know were this is going end up if we carry on doing this don't you."
Scott whispered and then kissed Andrew.
"I bloody well 'ope so me old Brit mate from Lundin." Andrew's "Lundin"
accent was getting worse. They carried on in their own sweet way and it
was not that long before a different sort of second coming was about to
happen.
"Don't stop Scott, please.....! Oh bloody hell, here it comes." Scott
looked down and watched as Andrew's beautiful cock swelled and Andrew's
body froze as he again erupted and shot out load after load all over
Scott's body. Scott could not get enough of watching Andrew dump his
loads and as he did he too fell overboard and gave his loads to Andrew in
a sort of repayment.

An hour later Scott suggested they go for a shower and hoping they
wouldn't block the drains. They soaked under the water and then turned it
off and had a great time soaping the others body over and over again
until, once again they over stepped the mark and bought each other to the
point of no return again and at the same time putting even more strain on
the drains.

Three days later they got out of bed and Scott took Andrew to Soho to
show him a little more of London and in particular the gay scene.
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