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„How are we supposed to find our way home?" he exclaimed as soon as we were outside the door. "Somebody has forgotten to light the lanterns!"

"Oh Trevor! What do we have our senses for, if not to find our way back home?"

"Those are wise words from a man who gets drunk on two glasses of beer…" my friend remarked not without a good portion of sarcasm.

"Shut up and take my hand." I replied amusedly. He immediately did as he was told. Those words I never had to repeat.

"Just follow the sound of gravel under our shoes. There's still a bit left of the path which I can see."

"Lets make it a game, Holmes! I close my eyes. and you lead me wherever you wish."

I could not see his face in the darkness. but I was sure, that he wore again this playful smirk upon it. This time I did not reply at all; just took both his hands in mine (they seemed to be much warmer than my own) and lead him back to the house. We hadn't made five yards , when I felt his hands slowly crawling up to my elbows. His movements were slow, and it felt as if he was trembling.

"Are you alright, Trevor?"

"Yes, ummm…yes. Just-just sc-scared of umm…the darkness. But DON'T stop! My eyes are still closed!"

I took another position, for I had walked backwards before. Now Trevor was facing my back, still holding my hands tight. This time, we must have covered about ten yards, before his hands began to wander again. Now, I knew what his true aim was; because I suddenly sensed a warm spot on…well, my rear section.

"Trevor!" I cried. Of course I was not pleased about his sudden advances. What if anyone saw us?

"This is nonsense, Sherlock! We cannot even see each other! How do you think anyone else could see us?" he was right. Again I blamed this warm feeling inside me for my flawed reasoning. No. It couldn't have been the liquor which caused this sweet feeling…it hadn't been there before! Trevor must have been the reason for it. Had he really just called me by my Christian name? And his hand…I could not resist any longer- I gave in to kiss him.

Today I should perhaps regard this step as the greatest mistake in my career as a detective and logician but it is a fact that I do not. My beloved Watson also must be a mistake if one regards my situation like this, but in truth even the strictest reasoner must not depart himself from feelings such as love. As long as love does not blind, that is.

"Alright." I said after being released from the kiss. "let us just go home…and continue there. Almost everyone is gone because of the holiday. We should be safe in the dormitory."

"Which room will we take?"

"The one that is closer."

"Yours then." We continued the kissing ceremony. It was as if a magnetic field had established itself between us. He was the North Pole, pulling the South Pole in its reach to consume I; stick to it, until the end; the magnetism would wear off somewhen in the future, when mankind did not exist any longer. Slowly we continued our way back stopping now and then for a kiss or a gentle touch.

All those years later, even though the memory is still strong and vivid, the difficulty to describe the desire which burned inside us has remained. Never have I experienced it again in such an intensity. There was something close to it, certainly, a few times, and always due to Dr. Watson.

When we finally reached the door to my room, we were both out of breath. It had taken us fifteen minutes at least, to cover a distance, which is usually walked in five. The door flung open, much louder than intended, and we both fell to the ground. Trevor landed on top of me with a thump; squeezing the air out of my body. Neither of us minded the sorry incident. Trevor simply hurried to his feet, and quickly locked the door again; from the inside this time. I could hear the key turning; locking us in. Finally we were sound. There was still the risk of being heard , of course, but as I have told before, this was but a very small one. There was no such thing as a watchman who could discover what we were doing just by accident. Trevor returned to me with a keen look on his face. The church bell struck one as he commenced to undress me on the floor.