Nome's Polar Princess

By Edward Henry

This is a true story of how one man, on his journey to the Arctic Circle to satisfy his "Bucket List", finds love in Nome, Alaska. Ed an electrician and California native, travels to Nome armed with his fishing gear and his guns for hunting. In short order, he sets both aside after meeting Nora, educator in the area and in the villages. She is a redhead that tries desperately to hide her voluptuousness. Nora a transplant from the Midwest was hired to help the native youth to acclimate to city life. The native people are generous and accepting of Ed who is a kind and generous man to the native peoples and to Nora. Together, after a rocky start, they go on a six-month sensual adventure. Ed has never experienced anyone like Nora. As their sexual experiences blossom and their relationship deepens, there is only one problem - Nora is married and her husband, Park, is not happy about it. As the story unfolds, Park finds out about Ed and he's ready to kill him. But Park lives in the Midwest ,far from Nome so for the time being, Ed is safe. At this point, Nora wants to marry both men which is shocking to Ed and maddening to Park. Nora struggles with Bipolar disorder which causes friction between the couple and confusion for Ed who has never experienced this before. This is a journey of love and lust in the heart of a cold, unforgiving, sometimes very lonely, place. A journey that Ed could have never imagined and wouldn't change for the world. The names of the individuals and animals in this story have been changed to protect their identities. The story includes explicit sexual language and scenes of a sexual nature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781641389907

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Nome's Polar Princess

Edward Henry

Copyright © 2018 Edward Henry

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2018

ISBN 978-1-64138-989-1 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64138-990-7 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Edward Henry and this is a story about human life and what happens in certain situations during one’s lifetime. We all encounter varying degrees of pain and suffering, joy, happiness, loneliness and despair. In 2014, I moved to Alaska for work as part of my bucket list of jobs to do before I kick it from this life. My story involves a unique set of circumstances that happened between two people living 150 miles above the Arctic Circle in a town called Nome. My time in Alaska turned out to be the best set of extreme sexual experiences of my life. To me, the term extreme sex came about from experiences like mine in places with long cold winter nights where there was nothing better to do than provide warmth and comfort to the woman you liked a lot.

I’m 54, born and raised in San Jose, California. I’m 6’3" and 210 pounds. I’m your average man, well-groomed blonde and grey hair with blue eyes. I brought everything I needed to start a new life in Alaska - several different fishing poles and a variety of weapons. While in Nome I always carried a weapon with me for personal protection (until I met Nora, that is). My arsenal included a Smith and Wesson model 1911 with flash suppressor, molded hand grips, high-powered light, and an extra rail, and a Mossberg model 500 collapsible stock eight shot 12-gauge shotgun (a nice little weapon). The pièce de résistance was an AR-10, again with all the bells and whistles. I came loaded for bear.

I’m a journeyman electrician with 30 years of experience, and I’m an IBEW trained commercial and industrial worker. I moved to Alaska to experience the great outdoors and work at the same time. In Alaska, and especially in the arctic region, a utility worker electrician is mandated by law as a first responder. If called upon to fix something, he or she must drop everything to go and attempt to restore electrical service to the establishment that’s having an emergency. Loss of heating capabilities in the arctic can cause loss of life if gone unchecked for too long. It’s incumbent upon electrical utility workers to stay until power to the heater, heating oil unit, and, preferably, to the whole house is restored.

I started preparation in June for an August trip via the Alaska marine highway system. I took my truck from California to the ship in Bellingham, Washington and put it on the ship with me. I travelled to Anchorage, Alaska and bought all the arctic gear I needed in case it was too expensive in Nome. It turned out not to be the case.

I arrived in Anchorage on August 1st. I hung out there, got acclimated to my surroundings, and did a lot of silver salmon fishing from the shore because that was what was running at the time. They were big, no less than 7 pounds and tasty, too, especially smoked.

While I was there having my own adventures, I corresponded with my future boss, Joseph Robb, who was waiting for me to arrive, before talking about the job. Joseph was the administrator for the company and my direct boss. He didn’t say much and stayed to himself most of the time. He gave me job numbers, whatever I needed to get the job done, and I did the work. But he did step up in times of need outside of work.

Joseph hired me sight unseen, a ballsy move, but knowing I had an IBEW education went a long way in telling what kind of a person I was. We know our business when it comes to electrical work. As it turned out, Joseph was good at getting the work while I did all the work in the field.

After a week or two of fishing and sightseeing in and around the Anchorage area, I got my flying instructions from Joseph. I flew into Nome on an ominous note. No one was there to pick me up at the airport. I got a ride to the office where the big boss, as well as Henry Dohn, and my boss, Joseph, were very apologetic for not getting me at the airport. Henry was the money guy who constantly pestered me about my times and jobs. It was harmless and we laughed a lot. Henry was a native Alaskan and he always had an answer if he knew it. He would help me with Joseph because I’m a talker and Joseph never wanted to be bothered.

They offered me a job and a salary and gave me my first assignment. I was given a truck to drive, a Ford F250 four-wheel drive. It was an older truck but it started every time I tried it. They also told me I’d get an apartment-style place with a centrally located kitchen area and living area with a TV in it with cable.

I soon fell into a typical work week routine. Every morning I would go to the shop at 7:45 to get a start at 8:00. After the first day, I already knew what I was doing, so I just basically went into the office to show my face and find out what’s up with the boys. I’d fill out a timesheet that Henry harped on everyone about. He was a good man as well as funny. I left the shop and then started the truck to warm it up because it was around 10 degrees most of the time. Warming up the rig was paramount. I then collected whatever I needed to take care of my next job, which was usually power outage lights not working or lighting retrofits. They were big into LED lighting which, quite frankly, was surprising because everything else was so backwards. I whined and sniveled about getting an apprentice right off the bat. When I finally got him a few months later, he ended up being the one to do my work while I was out cavorting.

There was lots of varied work, lots of residential main panel changes, lots of commercial panel work to add circuits, and lots of school work. After my days ended around 4:30 p.m., I returned home to fish, smoke pot, and drink Coca-Cola. What a life. By the time September ended there was no one in the hotel apartment, so I was basically there by myself, which was great.

I went out every day after work and fished for silver salmon and did a lot of bartering with the native folks. The best thing to barter for was sandhill cranes. They are to die for, very yummy. Brant was another type of bird which was also tasty as hell. Through bartering, I got to know the people around me. We all had a need, so I bartered weed with the guy across the street for brant and sandhill crane.

The house diagonal to mine, across the street, had moose for trade. What was funny about this neighbor was that he would leave the moose heads out on his porch. I would get up and go to work in the early morning hours and see crows feasting on the heads. It was eerie because of the foggy conditions in the morning and the noises they made while feasting.

Then there was the drug dealer who was just about to lose all his business. I could tell he was a drug dealer because my picture window looked out on his door and the flow of traffic to and from his place nearly stopped. One morning before, I called out to him.

Shit! I said. Hey, no one coming over anymore?

We laughed.

I can’t find any pot, he said.

Let me see what I can do.

Since I was a native Californian I had a green thumb for all things green, especially green bud. When I decided to pull up stakes and move to Alaska I left my family hanging because we were almost ready to harvest. But as it happened I had just received a care package from California with 6 pounds of the finest herb my family can produce. I’m kind of snobby about my dope and since I had several strains of great dope I had some I wasn’t going to smoke. I gave the drug dealer a deal since he had kids and Christmas would soon arrive. Kids need presents. They can’t help it their daddy is a drug dealer.

As I immersed myself in the culture, November rolled around. Thomas Hemphill, a property manager, called in about a loss of power at a house on North street. It needed to be dealt with immediately. I stopped what I was doing and went over to investigate.

CHAPTER TWO

It was November 3rd, in the early morning hours, just after election day, and the call came to go to North street to fix a power outage. The house on North street was a well-built home, two story, with 12-inch exterior walls. Since I lived my entire life in California, it was my first time seeing a wall that thick. I got out of my truck. From out of the arctic entry (a place at the front of the house that separates the outside from the inside) a red-headed woman leapt into view.

Are you the electrician? she said.

Yes, I am.

Fuck ya? I’m without power in most of the house. Could you fix it?

Yes, I can, I said.

As we walked into the house she said, You need to get the power to the heater going. It’s cold as shit in here. She glanced at me. Oh yeah, I’m Nora.

I shook her hand. Ed.

Nora was 5’8" tall with beautiful long red hair. Her eyes looked green, but were actually blue with green contacts that made her eyes pop. Now, I’m a professional, but I have to say that she had a body to die for. Her chest was big, which she went to great lengths to cover up, and she wore tight black stretch pants that accentuated her banging buns and thighs (I would later learn just how flexible those legs were). She wore black with pink hello kitty rubber boots. It was a shame, though, that she covered most of her gorgeous body up with a large teenage mutant ninja turtle green north face lightweight coat with a hood.

We walked through the house and she kept gabbing away while showing me what was wrong. A painter named Mike and a cleaning lady (her kid in tow) were there as well. Mike was a slender but scruffy guy around 5’9". He had mid-length unshaven brown hair and never said much around me (later Nora would tell me how much he boasted about his abilities). I was soon able to bring power back to half of the house, which is crucial. We worked together on getting the heating oil furnace going because I felt she needed to learn how to control her own home, especially if there is no one around.

A lot of trouble shooting still needed to be done. I decided to go up the stairs and at the top I met Nora. As I stood there with Mike and Nora, she decided to read us the Riot act as it pertains to her.

You two are here to fix the issues with the house and not try to pick me up, she said. "I’m married and I’m fixing this house for me and my husband. It’s still a secret to him. He’s coming here this Thanksgiving, three weeks from now, so the place needs to be spotless and clean. OKAY? Seriously, I don’t like to be touched."

We came back down stairs and Mike went back to his work.

Do you want a cup of coffee, Ed? she said.

I sure do. I followed her to the coffee pot.

I felt a little put off from Nora’s verbal abuse simply because I’m a man. But a power outage is life or death, and I was very serious about it. There were people and a baby in that house and I felt it incumbent upon myself to restore their power despite Nora’s rant.

I stood next to the island counter in the kitchen while she prepared coffee.

Hey, she said, Do you know how the elections came out?

I shrugged. Yeah, maybe. What is it you’re looking to find out the answer to?

The marijuana initiative?

Well, it passed 52 to 48.

She grinned. Fuck ya? She threw open the door to the oven and whipped out a tray with fresh bud on it. Let’s smoke a bowl!

We laughed.

This cost me 100 bucks so it better be good.

After this, as long as I’m around you won’t have to pay for it again. How does that sound? I took a couple hits off the joint she prepared and then passed it to her. She smiled.

Thomas Hemphill soon arrived to ask how the work was coming. I told him it was going well and I needed to go get parts, a complete fib. I just didn’t want him to know I was smoking pot with the homeowner. I went to casa Ed’s (on a pretend run for parts) and picked up a variety pack of weed for Nora. I know she was a customer, but trying to find someone cool to smoke pot with was invaluable. It’s kind of like drinking alone. No one wants to do it. By the time I got back Thomas had left and I gave her a surprise six bags of Bud.

When you run out let me know, okay? I said. I just want to have someone to smoke with!

Just someone to smoke with, right?

Yup!

She gladly accepted the bags.

That was the beautiful beginning of a relationship that would change my life.

***

I started to go to Nora’s house regularly to fix all her power issues, especially the bedroom which often had no power. Even though she would dress down, she was a really attractive woman and that tended to rub people the wrong way. Women folk were usually put off by her beauty, but men would try their hardest to pick her up to no avail. She was a tough nut to crack. She would always tell Mike and me that she knew what we were up to when one of us inadvertently rubbed up against her.

I know you’re just trying to cop a feel or something, she would say. So just knock it off. I’m married and don’t ever forget it.

She was a true go-getter in every way. She owned her own home in the Midwest. Her husband, Park, just lived there and was the project manager of the rebuild of the new place while she was on assignment. There were several lies she told Park, like the truck she bought that didn’t even have an engine in it. He didn’t know she had even bought one.

She decided to rent to buy the house in Nome, with the base due in May, and illicit help from everyone she could, like Mike. He was married as well but felt he deserved to have a shot at making it with her. He was really just a tool that was there to try out for a post office job that he didn’t even get. While walking on the shore line one day he met Nora. She was out picking up sea glass for craft projects. He pretended to be doing the same thing. Right from the start he had a delusion of grandeur when it came to her being with him. But he was doing a good job with painting the house, so she continued to pay him to finish the job (even though he broke the window in the spare bedroom).

I started going there more and more and got a bunch done right away. Every day, she made it clear that she was married.

Yes, you are, I said.

Then she would bust out some bud for us to smoke prior to me commencing the troubleshooting process. The house was cleaning up nicely.

One day we were smoking and I asked, So what brought you here and why buy this place?

Well, she let out a puff, I came up here for a job, just like you. I’m originally from the Midwest.

She told me about her two master’s degrees, one in teaching and the other in counseling. She ran into a stretch of bad luck, like a lot of people do from time to time, and found herself without a job. She had a big salary and her company decided they could get rid of her and hire two new teachers with lower pay. She received a call about her resume, like I did, about the possibilities of working in Alaska. She left her then-boyfriend, Park, behind (he didn’t want to leave his job) and started doing counseling work in August 2013. It was on an island with two sides and two native villages: Gambell and Savoonga of St. Lawrence island. She said the kids from all the other villages were afraid of the kids at Gambell/Savoonga because they thought they were evil.

She was working there when she received a call from home telling her that her house (owned solely by her) and all her belongings were destroyed in a fire. Her boyfriend, Park, also lost his belongings and both of them were out of luck. She returned home to take care of the disaster in which she lost three dogs, several bowls of fish, and a shit ton of native art from Alaska and other places from around the world while on vacations. It was a tremendous loss of life to her. Nora’s animals meant the world to her.

Once there, she also found out that Park didn’t have renter’s insurance. He was a collector of stuff too, mostly Star Wars memorabilia, and he was bummed big time. But there was a light at the end of their tunnel. All they had to do was get married before the end of the year and most would be saved. With those nuptials he would at least have a place to live while the house was being rebuilt. The insurance company paid for 18 months of rent for an apartment