”“So, you do have feelings,” Kevin said, making a declarative statement.“I like him fine,” she said. “He’s cute, kind of like a puppy wi...th that crush. I’m flattered.”“You like that he wants you.”“Stop it.”“And if I wasn’t around, you’d give him a go.”“I told you to stop it.”“Would you?” Kevin persisted.“If the situation was different, I might. I mean, who doesn’t like being adored?”“I could go to the store and get some more beer; leave you two alone.”“Don’t you dare.”“You think he’d try. At the same time, completely independent of each other, our hands started to reach towards our lap. Mine trailed down her chest, her taut stomach, and came to rest just on the elastic band that held her underwear up. Her hand did the same thing to my body. She raised her hips, and I slowly inched my fingers down on to her sweet mound, feeling the fabric under my touch, and beneath that, my sister’s warm wetness. Her hand traced its way over my boxers to the base of my straining erection. She. . I..."Suddenly, I had to stop and think. As soon as John said it, I realized I had taken it home last night. Why had I done that? It was my office sweater, it was the one I always left at the office so I would always have something to cover up with. Why would I take it home?"I ... I guess you're right. Sorry. I didn't mean to accuse you." Oh, I think you did," John said, with a snort. "Listen, Lisa. Are you feeling all right? I mean ... you've been acting really strangely lately." It's ... I'm. Freed of almost all other obligations, she was able to throw herself into the Grindlewald project with renewed enthusiasm.She loved burying herself in the Ministry's library, sitting at her usual table in a remote, seldom-visited corner, surrounded by stacks of old newspaper articles and records. In the last few years internal ministry papers of all kinds had been declassified, not because the Ministry was becoming more open (in fact the opposite was the case), but because most Ministry records.