“Well go, it’ll be fun”“Well what can I wear” sighed mum and put the letter down. I looked at my mother, she was in good shape, a real woman...underneath her nightie, she had light brown hair, about shoulder length, and a good figure, large tits and long legs as she was about 5’10, and she had a good tan that her skin retained well in the winter. Then it all flooded into my imagination “School uniform” I said“What “! Mum exclaimed“Yeah get a school uniform, it’ll be fun, and easy to do, go on do. We had several Englishmen. The Irish and Welsh had come to start working the company's mines.Dawson City was some distance from here, but had made it through to my present. I knew that this little growing town would die in a few years. Still, there was gold here to be taken, and a few fortunes to be made, before the 'golden well' dried up. While Dawson City was in Canada, the little town I was in was on the Alaskan side of the Canada/Alaska border, in what was considered 'The Yukon'.Actually,. There’re two sayings that always kept popping in my mind when I thought of the Agen. Firstly, “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth” and secondly “If it’s too good to be true, then it probably is”. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there seemed to be something that they were getting out of this.Two more breaks and we stopped after about another 3 hours. The inside of my arm was done with what seemed like was a very hard black color, there was no shading in it.We had stopped to eat, and Henare. Worse, what if she told them about the spanking. Told everyone she had him, stark naked, over her knee while she gave him HER birthday spankings, and after that how I had kissed her feet.He had expected that already, and all day he had been looking around at school. Seeing if anyone was looking at him weird, or snickering at him behind his back as he passed them by. Luckily he hadn’t noticed anything, so he concluded she probably hadn’t, and anyway if she had, or was going to, he wanted to know.