..go for coffee, or you know...do something fun, sometime?" This caught me off-guard. She wasn't alone by my reckoning, I didn't know if she meant "no..." or "in the future." And my idea of "fun" wasn't cookies and lemonade.I asked what she had in mind by "fun," smiling back and moving in just a bit closer. "Well, what do you like to do?" Oh, great the ball was back in my court. I said we could exchange information, and later we could spend some quality time at my place to decide how to spend. . bloody hell!” Julia screamed as she pushed back at me with her lovely hips and buns.My girlfriend’s sister had basically invited herself into my growing harem of Roberts ladies, to put it politely. I didn’t mind, of course. All three of the Roberts ladies were truly awesome representatives of English womanhood. They made one really reassess the British national reputation as a country full of prudes. I also loved how pale they were, at least partly because I could see their blushes and the. And yet, as I clutched at the door handle, I froze. What am I doing? Will Jenny want to see me? What does she think of me? Does she hate me? Question after question filled my mind, with no obvious answers to be found. This is crazy, I thought. This girl is my sixteen year old, twin sister. Taking deep breaths and calming myself the best I could, I sauntered downstairs to see her sat on the sofa chatting with our parents. “Hi Jen,” I said, with fake nonchalance. No words came back, just a. No, all of that he was well equipped to deal with. What he could not control was the much more personal and professional dilemma of his relationship with the Crown Prosecutor, Evelyn Monroe, as she was assigned to this case. This was an obvious conflict of interest and against the rules of professional conduct to which each of them had an obligation to adhere. There was an emotional history between them deep and unspoken that had begun ten years earlier when she was a law student. They had not.