Date: Wed, 2 May 2012 07:47:21 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aden and the Arabs Pt.3

			    ADEN AND THE ARABS
		    Part 3 - Diplomat with a Difference

Four years later

Peter May walked out of the Foreign and Commonwealth offices elated at the
news he had just been given. He had been appointed third consul in the
British Embassy in Sanaa, capitol of the newly created Republic of the
Yemen.

Despite his short time in Aden as a Navy Pilot he had developed a great
affection for the people and that particular part of the world. He had
resigned his commission and applied to the foreign office for a job. He was
over the moon at his first posting, one that no one else wanted. The
Ambassador was old, had been sidelined for a decent posting years ago and
was just working out his time. Nobody was really very worried about the
Yemen. The embassy processed visas for people wanting to find a future in
England but it was mainly sleepy hollow as far as diplomatic action was
concerned.

Peter was new and keen as mustard to promote good relations. He made a
point of visiting as many offices as possible that were involved with
foreign affairs hoping to build a bridgehead for more meaningful dialogue
between the two countries.

He couldn't believe it when visiting a trade office he was sure the chap
just disappearing into the director's office was Abdul Bakari. He thought
he would be cheeky and risk it. He walked up to the receptionist and said.

"Good afternoon, I'm sorry to appear here without an appointment, but would
you ask Mr. Abdul Bakari if he could find a few minutes to see Mr. Peter
May from the British Embassy."

The receptionist was less than polite in replying.

"Colonel Bakari sees no one without an appointment."

Bingo, Peter was right.

"I think you will find that the Colonel will see me immediately and I
suggest you tell him I am here unless you want a lot more grief than I can
even imagine.

She called Abdul, explained who wanted to see him.  He could not have had
time to reply because of how fast he made it to his door. He almost ran
across the outer office area.

"Peter, how wonderful to see you , come in, what are you doing here?"

Peter was laughing, "Hello Abdul, you are looking well, I'm here with the
British Embassy."

"Wonderful, that means I'm going to have at least two years to spoil you."

The receptionist was goggle eyed, as was everyone else in the outer office.

Within 24 hours the whole of Sanaa's diplomatic and government circle knew
that the trade minister had a very special friend at the British Embassy,
and watch out for Peter May.

The next shock for Peter was a summons to the home affairs office.

"Mr. May, please come in and take a seat, would you like coffee? The
Minister apologises he was called away unexpectedly but he has called to
tell me he is on his way back."

This was a surprise, the normal would have been to be kept waiting without
an explanation and certainly not be offered a comfortable seat and coffee.

Fifteen minutes later all was revealed when the secretary said.

"The Minister will see you now Sir."

Peter walked in to be confronted by the Colonel.

"What an absolute pleasure Sir, I had no idea."

The Colonel was beaming, only of course he was no longer a colonel, he was
a general and the Minister of the Interior.

Their conversation was animated and very friendly.

"Peter, I am General Karim Mustafa, I would consider it an honour if you
would call me Karim. I know what you did for my nephew, your dedication got
him back on his feet. You are going to have to come to dinner soon, his
mother, my sister, will want to thank you as well."

Peter was open mouthed in surprise.

"Abdul Bakari is your nephew?"

"Yes and I know he has already seen you and welcomed you to our country."

The upshot was an invitation to dinner a few nights later with the request,
direct to the Ambassador that Peter be allowed the following day off to be
entertained by the minister and his family.

"How the hell have you achieved in a couple of weeks what no one else has
in two years May?"

The Ambassador was patently not a happy man, it looked as though Peter was
cutting the ground from under him in double quick time.

"I'm sorry Sir, I was a prisoner of war during the troubles and Karim
Mustafa was the colonel in charge of the unit that captured me and his
nephew Abdul Bakari was my interrogator, and later I helped him to walk
again after he was shot."

"And you escaped with your balls?"

"Oh yes Sir, I'm intact as a man, lucky I guess."

The Ambassador was not happy but let Peter have his day off as requested.

The compound Peter was driven to was quite luxurious by local standards. He
supposed that was to be expected, the General was after all the second most
powerful man in the country. His reception as he alighted from the
government car was overwhelming. It started with Abdul's mother almost
drowning him in kisses, followed by Abdul himself who kissed Peter on the
lips and whispered.

"My debt to you will never be paid. I will be your slave for life."

Peter was shocked, "That isn't necessary Abdul, I am just delighted that I
was able to help you to walk again."

Abdul shrugged.

Karim was next, another soft kiss on the lips and a whispered comment, "I
hope you are going to allow me to take you to paradise again tonight, maybe
many times and I promise we will not be taking your balls in the morning,
but I will empty them tonight."

Peter nearly fell over laughing, "Thank you Karim, I am sure I will enjoy
that."

What an incredible evening, Peter was the centre of attention all evening
and was quite giddy with happiness by the time Karim guided him to his
bedroom.

How different that night was to the last one Peter had spent in Karim's
bed. Four more years of closeted gay experience had expanded Peter's
knowledge so that he was able to please Karim as well, the result was two
incredibly happy men at breakfast.

Abdul made it clear he knew what his uncle had been up to with his comment.

"I hope Peter you will allow me to return the pleasure you gave me four
years ago when we first met."

Uncle and nephew, both government ministers, both gay, Peter realised his
life here could turn out to be very good. He didn't realise the half of it
until a British Petroleum exploration team surveyed an area that they were
sure was rich in oil. The second that happened the Americans, the French
and the Italians were queuing up at the interior ministry for drilling
licences.

Peter was sleeping with Karim and Abdul quite regularly, one on one of
course and each of them was well aware of the goings on. Talk to the
ambassador, get permission to liaise directly with BP and see if he could
lever a British monopoly to the drilling programme.

Nobody in diplomatic circles thought BP had a hope in hell, the U.K. was
not the most popular nation in the world here after the troubles in '67.

Peter talked to BP first. Their director on location was singularly
despondent at his company's chances of getting a foothold here, never mind
a monopoly. Peter being so young didn't help his frame of mind.

"Go ahead Mr. May, you can't do any worse than anyone else, we British are
going to take a bloody nose over this one I think."

Bertie Forsyth was therefore totally amazed to be called to the Interior
Ministry a couple of days later to be confronted with a normally unfriendly
General Karim Mustafa and Colonel Abdul Bakari, also Peter May.

"Come in Mr. Forsyth, Peter tells me you would like to continue here
drilling for oil where your surveys look so positive."

Karim had his arm over Peter's shoulder in a very friendly way and Bertie
was shocked. How could this mere boy be on such good terms with this
normally British hating minister?

"I have asked the trade minister to join us as well to save a lot of wasted
time."

Again Bertie was amazed, the normal routine would be to give him the run
around several offices, wasting his time, keeping him waiting and still
possibly coming out of it with nothing.

"You know Peter May of course, he has suggested it would be easier to deal
with one nationality rather than have several oil companies squabbling and
delaying the production of oil. We agree and because we hold Peter in such
high regard we would like to deal with you if a deal can be thrashed out."

Bertie kept looking at Peter who was sat between the two ministers. He then
spoke.

"Mr. Forsyth, I have suggested to General Mustafa that if you were to
produce maps showing the areas you wish to drill in, he will grant you
immediate licences so that you can get on with the job. While that is going
on you would then have all the time you needed to sit down with Karim,
sorry General Mustafa and the trade minister Colonel Bakari, and their
joint staffs to hammer out the nitty gritty of an agreement. Both agree
that because you will have a monopoly here they expect a very generous
agreement on oil royalties, but apart from that I can see no problems. Both
ministers will be delighted if you wish me to attend meetings in any
capacity despite the fact that I am on the embassy staff."

The meeting went on for a little longer and then wrapped up. Peter shook
hands with the two ministers getting an, "I will have my car pick you up at
seven Peter," from Abdul.

Peter left then with Bertie Forsyth.

"My God boy, you have those two eating out of your hand, how on earth did
you manage that?"

"Oh, a long story Sir."

"Well I would like to hear it sometime, in the meantime why don't you call
me Bertie and come for cocktails tomorrow if you aren't busy."

"Sorry Bertie, Trade Minister for dinner tonight and Karim tomorrow. I
could make it the day after that."

Arrangements were completed and Bertie was going to pump this young man for
information if he could.  He couldn't. Peter was not about to divulge to
anyone that he had two lovers and that those two lovers were two senior
ministers in the government.

Peter's relationship with Bertie and the other executives of BP became very
friendly. They all realised that the key to their easy life was this young
diplomat who they had found out was an ex Naval Helicopter pilot with
wartime connections to the two men making their lives easy.

Large deposits of oil were found, very reasonable backhanders were accepted
to allow BP to continue with their monopoly and no one was in any doubt
that this amazing young man, Peter May was the prime mover. The worry
started then. What would happen when Peter's two year posting was up? Would
the Yemenis get all stroppy again making life difficult? How could that be
stopped?

Bertie thought he had the answer.

"Peter, do you have your civil flying licences?"

"Yes, of course," was the prayed for answer, "I sat all the exams before I
left the Navy but I wanted to come back to the Yemen so I joined the
diplomatic service knowing I could probably get this posting because nobody
else wanted it."

"When your posting here is finished would you consider leaving government
employment and coming to work for us?"

"If it is here in the Yemen, yes I would, but what would I do?"

"Well, we thought you might like to move into management as a liaison
officer and also head up an aviation department because we are going to
bring in some Bell 212s, initially crewed by pilots from Aerogulf services
in Dubai, their machines as well until we can get our own. We will send you
to Dubai to do your conversion so that you can fly sometimes as well if you
would like. Of course you will have no problem converting your licence when
we get locally registered helicopters."

He looked at Peter with a smile on his face, returned by Peter.

"Well, I don't know Bertie, the Aviation Minister is not in my circle of
friends here."

They were both soon giggling knowing how much influence Peter apparently
had with senior politicians in this country. The reality was different in
the event. Peter had two terrific years as third consul, doing more work
for BP than he did for the embassy and sleeping most nights with either
Karim or Abdul. It was perfect. Karim was always the dominant one when they
slept together and Abdul was nearly always the submissive. He felt he owed
Peter his life and was therefore prepared to sublimate his normally
dominant self to being Peter's bitch. They did reverse roles occasionally
and Peter always gave Abdul incredible blowjobs so there was never going to
be any animosity. Karim had promised him a long stay visa if he left
government service to work for BP so everything looked good until he went
to see the aviation minister, another ex rebel leader who still hated the
British.

Peter had completed his 212 conversion in Dubai, sat the extra exams to
convert his British Licence to a U.A.E. licence and returned to Sanaa as a
BP employee, all be it in a fairly senior management position.  Peter's
usual routine when he visited a government office was to be shown in to see
the person he wanted quite quickly. At the aviation ministry that wasn't
the case. He knew the minister having met him at functions he had attended
with either Karim or Abdul but he was not friends with him per se. Three
hours after arriving at the ministry he was shown in.

"Good morning Sir, very good of you to see me."

Peter intended to tread carefully, three hours was a measure of this man's
dislike for him. Like so many of the senior people in government he was a
young army officer.

"Yes, yes, what is it you want?"

"I have left the diplomatic corps Sir, as I am sure you know and have
joined BP as head of their aviation department for the Yemen. I have all
the necessary licences both U.A.E. and my own country and would be pleased
if you would sanction the issue of a local licence for me so that when we
bring in the 212s for your oil operations I will be able to fly them."

The minster sat back in his chair with a smug look on his face.

"I am sure you would Mr. May, I'm sure you would but it's not that simple."

Peter knew it was because he knew other pilots that had exchanged
U.A.E. licences no trouble at all, not even having to write a local air law
exam which was a normal minimum requirement.

"You will obviously need it to function in your new job, yes?"

"Yes Sir."

"Mmm, well I'm busy for the remainder of the day, I will send a car for you
at seven this evening, you can come to my house and we'll discuss it then."

Peter was dismissed then and walked back to his office wondering what that
was all about. `Phone Karim to see if he had any idea.

"I'm sorry Peter, Yasim still dislikes the British so my guess is he will
use this visit to his home to humiliate you. I can't interfere but be brave
and know that he will not harm you but you may have a red face before he is
finished. He knows that withholding your licence effectively nullifies your
long stay visa."

Peter was astounded, was this man going to do the kind of things to him
that had been done when he was a prisoner of war? No, a preposterous idea,
but how else could he humiliate him?
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Peter finds out how bad it can get, but also how good life becomes.