We arrived at Jane’s house at about 7:30 PM. Actually, to call it a house would be an injustice. She lived in a gorgeous, mission-style ranch in the...middle of wine country. I was surprised when a rugged looking young guy came out to greet Jane and take the car around to the garage. Jane hadn’t mentioned him at all. He nodded my way and said his name was Mike. “Oh! Where are my manners? Chris, this is Mike. Mike is a house guest of ours. He’s staying with us for a while and helping us out with. . nope. Duncan looked at the clock, hoping that another minute had passed, but no such luck. It was still 2:42, and he was starting to suspect that it was going to be 2:42 forever.6pm. Friday. Jeff’s house.Watching the seconds tick by impossibly slowly was the most frustrating experience of Duncan’s life.After another two hours, the clock ticked over.2:43. Three hours, seventeen minutes to go.He couldn’t wait.“Nicolette!”Duncan had no idea what he was going to do with his afternoon - sit at. I started to scream for help at that point. I didn’t even care how embarrassing it would be if someone found me, I just prayed that they had a live in maid, or a butler, or some rich person thing who stayed behind while the whole family had gone. I let out frantic cries, but the gag muffled them almost completely, reducing them to muffled moans. Tears began to run down my cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I berated myself over and over, this was stupid, what were you thinking? What if they fly to. When I had them both leashed, I handed her leash to Bandit, just as I had been doing. We walked back to the parking area, me leading him - him leading her - or maybe they were both leading me.I was thrilled at the way the morning had gone, JoJo was trying to be like Bandit and he was trying to impress her with his tricks. He seemed to love the authority I had given him over her. Maybe this would help her to give in to Jo and me when it comes to obedience.I wasn’t sure if I was jumping the gun.