back on smoothly.

"I should think you'd be ashamed dressing as a girl!", said a strong, woman's voice behind the affectionate couple.

"OK, lad get in the squad-car over there on the street." Unmistakeably a policeman's voice, the couple, in horror, watched a policewoman and a policeman walk around in front of the bench, from where they'd been watching in hiding.

Mike groaned inwardly, was about to rise but Dolly's hand held him safe on the bench when the policeman said, “You had me fooled untill you kissed your girlfriend, then took off your wig and put it back on. C'mon, get in the squadcar and to jail you go, my skillful impersonator. No, just that boy in skirts. We just want him, miss. Lots of complaints about impersonators in this park."

Dolly, suppressing a smile or more of a smirk - started toward the squadcar while Mike gratefully remained alone on the bench.

"You'll have to prove I'm not a girl. .

"That's what the policewoman's here for, Mister along with me. We're not aching for any lawsuits."

"I'll be back in a minute, Michelle. Wait for me", Dolly chirped cheerfully.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmp", said Mike.

In three minutes, Dolly and the police couple were back apologizing in stuttering embarassment. The policeman wore a crimson blush which didn't become his blue uniform.

To Mike, who sat rather too primly, his heels back on his feet, his skirt drawn almost taut over his knees, powdering his nose nervously - "I'm sorry, Miss, to have embarassed you and your girl-friend. But think of me . . .", he ended piteously.

The police-woman was smiling mischievously. "My strong male colleague here started to investigate your friend's sex