My life changed so very much, in a flash. The logging truck that hit my parents' pickup truck pushed both vehicles into a culvert, and while the truck driver managed to get out, his shattered ankle kept him from going down into the wreck.
When the rescue finally came, the driver was in shock, and hypothermia. My parents were found in each other's arms. Dad first, then mom succumbed to the cold and the blood loss of internal injuries.
My boyfriend Felix brought me home from College, I was only a few weeks from finishing my first semester at Sioux Forestry College. Having lived my whole life in the woods, the classes were my introduction to so called 'civilized life' which involves makeup and gossip and way too much crying. They would not teach me a thing that I didn't already know, and in some cases, I knew that they were wrong. My First Nations friends had prepared me for the Canadian Wilderness. College was the only way to get started as a Licensed Wilderness Guide, and that was my Master Plan.
Uncle Stewart and Aunt Kathy served as my legal guardians for about 6 months, until I turned 18, and I had my dad's brother maintain the money and the cabin on Silver Lake until I was finished with College, and ready to start my own Business.
By summer time I had a new plan. My scholarship would keep me going for the final year of Forestry Certification, but I needed spending money. I did not want to touch my small inheritance. That was seed money for my business. We had figured out by then that Felix is gay, which further downgraded my opinion of society in general. People make it so complicated, when we expect everyone to conform to classic (read old) ideas. So he and I decided that we would be 'friends without benefits', which we shortened to best friends forever.
Felix was the first one to suggest that he knew a couple of guys that would pay for casual sex, and maybe they would be regular customers. I was 18 now, and I was feeling pretty frustrated with my latest male friend, so I figured, why not!
So, from that week on, I 'slept' Tuesday night with Jarod, and Thursday night with Keith. By week two, they both wanted another day, so they each got sloppy seconds, and they both got a 50% discount for the second fuck!
I mean, who gets hurt here? I get some dearly needed cash, and all of the hot sex a girl could want, from two dedicated nerds! They get an education in sex, a massive lift to their self esteem, and they got to cum a lot!
Keith bought me a canoe for that last Christmas at Sioux Forestry College. It was sweet of him, but I already owned three! Jarod spent half as much, but took me to Ecuador, and opened my eyes to winter canoeing in the Amazon Floodplain.
We only had 8 days to explore the class 1,2 and 3 rapids, before switching to kayaks to play in the class 4's. That is when I expanded my life plans, to have Wilderness Canoeing in all four seasons!
On January 1st my four billboards went up, along the perfect stretches of highway, near Silicon Valley and the Laboratory Subdivisions outside of Boston. An action picture of me, plunging into an Amazon waterway, in a 3.2 m solo canoe. On top it said Visit the Wilderness of Witamaki, and on the bottom, CanoeSoo.com was the entire advertisement package that cost me over $20k for only two months!
Felix had Jarod take hundreds of pictures of me, while soloing the rapids of the Khata River. Many were topless, as was customary, but many were publicly usable, with the nipples being hidden under water or with the paddle.
My final Semester went by in such a hurry. Most of my classmates were heading on to field work in Biology or into the Ministry of the Environment for either the Federal Government or the Provincial Governments. Only one other graduate was moving into the narrow field of Wilderness Guide, and he was more interested in the blogging side, and working for Film Boards and making guide books on the rivers of Northern Canada.
One of my dad's old friends managed the Witamaki Outfitter Store and he agreed to be my trip planner, and Outfitter. It would be two years before I could buy out his silent partner but for now, he was just helping out his friend's kid, while she built her business.
Uncle Stew had rented my cottage to a Park Ranger and his wife, and I didn't need that big place, while I would be out in the back country practically all summer. So I decided to leave them in place, and just sleep in my tent, wherever I found myself!
Felix set my tripping rates at twice that of the industry standard. He justified it by suggesting that the only way that I could stay in business, was to rely on repeat business, and word of mouth. I think that he knew, going in, that I was going to have a lot of sex on these canoe adventures, and my Patrons would want to come back, again and again.
My first contract was with four Electrical Engineers from the Boston area. One was getting married, and they wanted a Bachelor Destination Adventure. They arrived en-masse at the Witamaki Outfitter Store, having survived a 6 hour shuttle from Thunder Bay. They each had a backpack, even though they were told to just bring 3 changes of clothes and a toothbrush!
Tom lined them up next to their 5.4 m Prospector Canoes - top of the line. He set them up with top end life jackets, and the best bug jackets that money could buy.
"Guys, you have to get your entire personal packs into these two small dry bags, I recommend that you pack one swimsuit, one shorts, two pairs of socks, one pair of pants and your rain gear, and a few toiletries," he instructed them. "We have biodegradable soap in the kits, so you will have a chance to do laundry, practically every night," he finished.
Tom gathered up the backpacks and promised to keep them safe for the week.
"Okay, who forgot to pack rubbers?" Tom boldly asked. "I have the kind that everyone around here uses," he offered as if sex was a nightly ritual for Canadians.
"We're good man," Jordan shyly answered after the pause went too long.
"Well, I packed some, and you won't have to pay for them, unless they're used of course, ha ha," Tom laughed to lighten the mood.
I finally got to meet my first customers.
"I hope that you are not too disappointed to find that I don't paddle around topless!" I announced, in a way of introducing myself. "We are legally okay with it in Canada, but we still have to play nice with the neighbours that have kids," I informed them, while noting that they were in much better shape than I had envisioned. These American nerds cleaned up real good!
"Please don't argue with Tom, he's been doing this for 32 years, so he gets it right, more often than wrong, trust me on this one gentlemen," I told them, while they openly enjoyed looking at me.
I was wearing my form fit rasher, which hugs my shape from the wrists to just above the belly button and I must say, it accents my big tits perfectly! It is red, with a giant white maple leaf on the front. Light spandex bike shorts are the perfect pants for warm days, as long as you have a decent bug and sunscreen lotion.
"Did any of them need extra condoms Tom," I asked my associate.
"They brought enough, according to Jordan," Tom answered, then hurried on his way. "The Store doesn't watch itself," was his parting words.
I oversaw their loading of the canoes, establishing that I was the leader of this motley crew. "Did any of you go over the maps?" I asked my attentive audience.
"Jim is the detail guy," Jordan suggested as an excuse for his own lack of foresight.
