Sherlock Holmes, very fond of women, but, he had an even deeper secret. Everyday, when Watson would leave to go home to his wife, Dr. Holmes would invite his dear friend, Mr. Rucaslte over for tea and crumpets, and maybe even more.
After the whole copper breeches incident, Rucastle had started living with Holmes, being the broken and torn man he was. His wife had LEFT him for Mr. Fowler! The Hussy!
: Watson's POV: ((Like in the bookies))
My dear friend Holmes was always loved by many women, including Ms. Irene Adler. His heart, and thoughts, usually drifted towards Rucastle, after the incident with the affair. Every day, at 10 p.m. sharp, Dr. Holmes would always rush me out the door, as if to ask me to leave him to his private life. Mr. Rucastle though, oh, did that man scare me ever so much. He would embarrass Holmes in the presence of clients by announcing Holmes was gay, of sorts. I would always deny it, out of sake for him, but, being the rueful man Holmes was, he just did a hand gesture and went on with the client.
After further analyzing what was going on, one night when Dr. Holmes did his usual business of throwing me out at 10, I put my ear against the wall.
"The night is young, and you grow more lustuous by the second, my dear Holmes."
"So, who shall be on bottom and who on top?"
"I like being on the bottom. It gives me the sense that I am being overtaken with passion."
My ears, they heard everything. Not only did I hear the distraught banging, but I also heard groans and moans! Oh, Sherlock Holmes, what has happened to you?
: The Next Day:
I walked inside the room early at 6 a.m. Holmes was laying on top of his partner, I gazed in horror as I found out that in fact, my dear friend, had gone the other way.