It was 2100 when we landed at Morton to begin the routine again. At home with the boys in bed we planned tomorrow’s announcement. We hated whisper c...mpaigns! Those things killed productivity tying up phones and email systems with texts and emails. All JBG employees would know by 0900. The office would be told by an announcement, everyone else by an email.There were still several months to the bone fishing season. Tomorrow Hanna’s station would be the first to carry the ads and our radio station. She was safe and secure.For a month she stuck to seductive stripping. But she got bored with that and decided to treat a select few among her many male dare ogle-fans to something spicier. Elsie started the next on-line IM session with one particular guy, a Mr. XXX by showing herself completely naked with her shaved, open and wet pussy facing the web cam. She picked up the dildo ( clandestinely borrowed from her mum ) by her side and began playing it along her vulva lips and then on to her. Upon his hip the pilot hung a holster with what had to be the largest pistol Kay had ever seen, added to that he pulled out a short old beat-up shotgun, loading it with paper shells as old as he extending it toward Kay for her to take. “What’s this for” Kay queried eyes wide as she took the rusty old weapon. Instantly the pilot went off on her stating, “where do you think you are, Cancun? This isn’t some state park where the biggest threat is a Squirrel. This is Alaska, and if the land doesn’t. Butterflies erupted in Helena’s stomach. In between squirming and twisting at every touch, she shivered.Helena gripped the balustrade like her life depended on it. The touch of her friend’s hand, the way she told her how beautiful she was. It wasn’t the words – it was the way they were said. The simple command was everything to Helena and without complaint, she accepted it.A finger and thumb clamped over her left nipple and Helena heard her gasp with delight.“What have you got for me? You.