We went upstairs and looked in the shops but Fiona had to pull me away from a dress shop that was displaying some lovely skirts. "Don't think boys wou...d be looking in dress shops, hun," she whispered. I was beginning to wish we hadn't dressed up like this, and I think Fiona was regretting it too. The novelty had definitely worn off."Why don't we grab a burger and then go home," I said."Sounds good to me, I'm not sure I want to be a boy!" Me neither! Have you seen a McDonalds or Burger King. A man did that? He did it again anyway and although it wasn’t as scary and nerve-wracking as the first time it was a tad unsettling to her nevertheless. He did it again. “Ohhhhhh wow, I guess that does kind of feel really neat” she told him which brought on another smile. He smiled back knowing it probably would and as his hand rested down near her pussy. “I thought you might like that and I’m really glad you did.” She nodded and confirmed it. “I did” as she reached out to caress his cheek and. “We are not expecting trouble, or crowds of onlookers, Wilhelm, and I have bad memories of mounted horsemen and a civilian crowd, although it was the ill-disciplined Yeomanry, not Regular cavalry, who initiated the ‘Peterloo Massacre’.”“Massacre?”I explained how a peaceful meeting had developed into a riot by the poorly trained, ill-disciplined and badly led Yeomanry’s reaction to a few catcalls, the result being twenty deaths and scores of injured men, women, and children.As we rode along. The temperature/s of the weather as it stands presently, & in some, or such accordance/s to what that being of the persons of the weather-men, & weather-women were like saying for that being of the many different news station channels is suppose to be something like that being of a rather bone-chilling twenty(20), or thirty(30) degrees below zero(0), & therefore that being of my person am not really looking forward to it so far as concerning venturing out of my place of residence where I myself.