MV Lady Jean Peterson
by BobbyG


Chapter 3

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 father’s 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 can’t be bothered now, just take it all.”

“Dad I will work with our people, but I can’t 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 can’t………”

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, whatever 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 may be 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 father’s 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 firefighting capabilities as well.

“No doubt there will be those of you who think this is stupid and coming from someone with little experience, it’s 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, whichever 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 father’s 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 whose 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 can’t expect him to put his life on hold waiting for something that won’t 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 to 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, it’s 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 it’s 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 whoever 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 won’t.” 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 won’t 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.

I love you Scott, I absolutely adore you, even though you’re only a Brit!

Much love and ALL my love to you and my kind regards to your father.


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 nor 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 won’t 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.”


“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 disabled. But, and it’s 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 it’s worth it’s a fantastic idea, but it could be dangerous and you may find it difficult to find crew, still it’s 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 it’s 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, it’s 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, whoever 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, it’s tough, but we are getting there slowly.”

“Good to hear it William. Look just hang on and I will go and get Andrew.”

“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. Andrew would have to bring work with him, he was writing up part of his finals. William wondered just how much writing would actually do but thought it best not to ask.

“You will get your tickets 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 can’t 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 marine 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 500 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, let’s 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 can’t 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, it’s 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?”


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 leant 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 outdoor 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 arm’s length looked at the other with just their briefs and once again took in the sheer 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 it’s even better.”

“I have had the same dream, but it’s 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, it’s 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 where 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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