Eva sat at her computer in the workroom of the penthouse apartment she shared with her Mistress, Jean, and typed feverishly.  She had a deadline later in the week for the article she was writing for a local publications and she hadn’t even finished the first draft yet.<br/><br/>(http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu62/EschiavaFiola/storemgr1.jpg)<br/><br/>Today had been a busy day.  First, it was cleaning day, which always took a chunk out of her workday, but then, it was also the day that her brother was to arrive and she had to make some arrangements for that around the house as well.  Extra towels had to be put out in the bathroom, she had to make sure that there were extra blankets available for him to use on the couch, and at least a dozen other details as well.<br/><br/>Eva glanced up at the clock as she typed.  It was almost three already.  Jean would be home in a little over 2 hours, and her arrival home would signal the end of her work for the day.  But her brother, Andrew, could arrive at almost any time.  She really wanted to finish her rough draft today, so she would have adequate time to do rewrites and a final polish before she had to turn it in.<br/><br/>Eva had mixed feelings about her brother’s being here.  Sure, she loved her brother and would do whatever she could for him, and it would be great seeing him again. But, Eva had been uncharacteristically forward when presenting the idea of him staying for a little while to Jean.  Jean had accepted the idea, but she was pretty quiet about it, and Eva wasn’t sure what that meant.<br/><br/>Eva knew that Andrew, without a job and no solid prospects, would not be able to pull his own weight as part of the household and she didn’t know how jean would feel about that.  Sure, for a little while he would be a guest, and that would give him a free ride, but that couldn’t last too long.  Eventually….<br/><br/>“Damn!” Eva swore under her breath as the doorbell rang.  It looked like she wouldn’t be finishing her draft today after all.  Eva stood and went out to the living room where the door buzzer was.  She hit the intercom switch, “I’zat you Andrew?  Okay, come on up,” and she hit the buzzer that unlocked the security door downstairs.<br/>