Sherlock drummed his fingers on the arm rest irritably. "We might as well get our stories straight. Homosexuals, even alleged ones, tend to be more personal than heterosexual couples. " They were headed to a Pride Fest for a case-triple suicide/murder- which, of course mean they had to pretend to be couple. John had a suspicion Mycroft took a fairly sadistic glee in booking them a (single king-sized bed) room at the most romantic B&B in town."We met in a bookshop in London, Grenshaw books. I'm a teacher and you own the book store. Your name is James Grenshaw and I'm Arthur Doyle. We live in a flat above your bookstore. Our ages are the same as they really are, easier to remember. We lived together in sin 2 years and have just got married, waiting until it was legal." He glanced over at John "You thought it was more...romantic." he dug into his pocket and pulled out a pair of gold rings. "Pull over."