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147 pages, ebook
First published August 4, 2012





“I’ll say,” John muttered. “So you’re going to have to find two different woman, both willing to have—“
“No,” Sherlock said. He stared at John like he was being dim.
“What?” John asked.
“Subject A is female. Subject B is male.”
Ah, there it was; the ‘boo’ moment. It wasn’t that bad, really. Compared to, say, being faced with a gun in the face in a dark alley. (...)’
‘No, John’s mind corrected itself, this was Sherlock Holmes, nude and fully erect. Extraordinary, mercurial, dangerous, amazing, (childish, petulant, irritating), icy, untouchable Sherlock Holmes. You wanted to see this.’

Besides, watching John like this was an exquisite torture, like having a dose of cocaine on the table in front of him and resisting. Like a wound he pressed at and watched bleed.












“But you’re not gay,” came Sherlock’s muffled reply....................................................................................................
“Just because I’ve eaten fish and chips my whole life doesn’t mean I wouldn’t switch over to steak if given the opportunity.”
John was out and Sherlock had brought up some male-male porn on the internet. He tried a dozen videos. They did nothing for him. He could not shut off his brain, couldn’t stop seeing the technicalities of it, the blankness of the actors and thinking things like..
“Who would make a video in a room with that wallpaper?”
“How much do they pay these actors?
"They’re terrible!"
“Look at that gluteus maximus, he’s obviously a postal worker.”
and “Come on! I've heard pigs make more convincing moans than that!”