Sovereign Citizen

By Delroy Henry

Brendon continues to place himself in regrettable positions. He is caught between his wife Elizabeth, the love of his life and a secret life that he lives. His best friend Bill who is also Elizabeth’s cousin continues to encourage him to make very questionable choices. Acknowledging that something must change. Brendon decides to leave his secrets behind yet he struggles to become a Sovereign Citizen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483504964

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Chapter 1

Brendon discovered the Book of Virtues tucked away in a corner of the library. He had been browsing for something to read for some time now and came across it quite by accident. However, since its discovery, he has made it a point to read a few pages each day. Today he begins reading through Aristotle's three classifications of friendship.

Aristotle describes the first type of friendship as utility its shallow, easily dissolved This type of friendship is easily broken because when one person is no longer useful the friendship is over. Someone in this type of friendship was or is been used.

The second type of friendship is friendship of pleasure. It is much different from the friendship of utility in that those who seek utility friendships are looking for a business deal or a benefit, whereas the friendship of pleasure Aristotle describes is where one seeks something, which is pleasant to them. This type of friendship is normally built between lovers. Aristotle views this type of relationship as fleeting because of constant change.

The third and truest form of friendship is the friendship of virtue. This type of friendship is based on a person wishing the best for their friends regardless of utility or pleasure. This is the only type of friendship that is long lasting.

After a few moments, his mind wandered; he began to evaluate all the people who were a part of his life. He thought about everyone who was important to him and everyone he cherished and loved. Most of all, he reminisced about his wife.

The Book of Virtues lay open before Brendon, yet he found himself glaring out the window. It was an unusually warm winter day, and even through the thick fiberglass windows he could feel the warmth of the sun. With his eyes focused on some distant thought, he found himself smiling. All his friends and the people he had loved throughout his life appeared before him, but it was his wife who grew clearer and clearer, pushing all other thoughts out of his mind. Brendon smiled a wider grin, as he thought about the first time he and Elizabeth fantasized about inviting another woman to join them in bed. To him it felt like it had occurred yesterday...

Chapter 2

It was a summer night during the first year of their marriage. They couldn’t afford much and had settled on a one-bedroom apartment in Dorchester. While Brendon dreamed of living in the upscale side of Boston, their financial woes had forced them to move into what could arguably be a modern-day Dodge City. At nights, more often than not, they heard the loud blasts of gunfire, police sirens, ambulances and fire trucks. This night proved no different. As they lay in bed with the lights off and the windows open, they listened to the conversations of passers-by outside the window, cut short by passing sirens whining in the night. Normally Brendon would let the noise irritate him—but not that night. His focus was elsewhere.

They were lying naked in bed, looking at the ceiling with their hands together toying with each other’s finger. A cool gust of wind suddenly blew into the room from the open window. The unexpected gust had brought chills to their bared skin, which made Elizabeth pull Brendon closer. Brendon stretched out his right arm across her body and began to move his fingers up and down her side. Gently sliding his fingers up her body, now dotted with tiny goose bumps, he made his way to the peak of her left breast and began to apply light pressure. After the first pinch he felt her nipple harden. He pinched it a few more times before moving his hand down between her legs and cupping her mound. He could feel how excited she was already; at this point Brendon would normally slide inside her, but he held back. Elizabeth was well aware of his techniques and when he didn't straddle her she looked in his eyes and kissed him, What are you thinking about? Brendon hesitated before replying; he was extremely nervous about mentioning the thoughts that were in his head. Eventually, he gathered the courage to speak. I'm playing out a fantasy in my head, and you're having so much fun in it. That reply made her giggle; she wanted to know more. Tell me about it, she pulled even closer to his warmth. He was still nervous about sharing his thoughts. He didn’t want to be the odd man out so he tells her he would share, but first she had to tell him if she had any fantasies of her own.

Elizabeth had a fantasy of him sneaking up behind her in the kitchen while she's busy doing the dishes. In her fantasy he would kiss her neck, and turn her around before she had a chance to turn off the faucet.

As the water continues to rise and fill the sink he would undress her completely, ease her up onto the counter top and stroke her, long and hard.

Just as the water erupts past the rim of the sink and onto the floor, she would wrap her arms around his neck and scream as she erupts from the pleasure.

That’s it? Brendon became visibly dissatisfied. His reaction was very animated. Fantasies are meant to be dirtier. After all, it's a fantasy; It's got to be something we should be ashamed to say out loud.

Oh yeah? What’s yours? Elizabeth held a look on her face that clearly says, lets see if yours is any better.

He decided not to speak about it any further because it was much wilder than she could ever imagine. That statement made Elizabeth even more interested in hearing what was on his mind.

I will tell you if you promise not to get angry with me, he utters and watches nervously as she nodded her head in agreement. He breathed deeply and explained that it always began with Elizabeth being seduced by a woman. Immediately after he said this, she began to laugh hysterically, while slapping him on the shoulder.

Are you serious?

Yes; remember—you promised not to get angry. She wasn’t upset, just surprised. She also thought it was funny and again laughs out loud.

Brendon was now feeling embarrassed as he watched her laugh. Elizabeth quickly picked up on how this made him feel, so she stopped laughing and kissed him. Tell me about your fantasy; I really do want to hear it. She wrapped her arms around his body and placed her head on his chest. Elizabeth could hear Brendon’s heart racing; she knew immediately that he was truly nervous. She placed her head on his chest and caressed him with soft fingers, eventually coaxing him into speaking.

Brendon made her close her eyes and asks her not to speak until he was finished. He watched as Elizabeth took a deep breath, rolled over and sank into her pillow. She then closed her eyes.

He began again by saying, I picture you sitting in a room wearing a sexy red dress. In your hand you’re holding a glass of your favorite wine.

He then smiles; in his eagerness to share his thoughts he forgot to ask her a few details; key details to the fantasy.

Keep your eyes closed, Elizabeth; I'm going to ask you a few questions. Your answers will help to make this fantasy feel much more real.’

With her eyes still closed, she hesitated before smiling and whispered, Okay.

He went on to ask her what she liked most about a woman's body, and was surprised when she said, I like big boobs. He had expected her to hesitate, but she didn't miss a beat. So he eagerly moved on to his next question. What type of woman do you find attractive? This time she giggled before answering, I like redheads; I’d take a busty redhead any day.

Okay, let's try this from the top, Brendon kissed her lips. Thank you for being cooperative, he whispered in her ear, and watched Elizabeth smile. They both took a deep breath before he continued.

"I picture you sitting in a room wearing a sexy red dress. In your hands is a glass of your favorite wine. I am sitting across from you, admiring your beauty while undressing you with my eyes. The mischievous smile on my face gives away my intention. Knowing what I’m thinking, you wink at me before taking a sip from your glass.

"As you lean back into the sofa to relax, an extremely attractive woman walks in. The first thing you notice about her is the silky red hair flowing down her back. You begin to admire her body; looking her up and down you make eye contact and she gives you a flirtatious smile.

She walks over to the sofa and sits down next to you. She says, ‘Hello,’ and gently places her hands on your knees. She's sitting so close to you that you can smell the light fragrance coming from her body. She smells like your favorite flowers, like roses. Glancing over to where I was, you find the chair empty—I have left the room. You look back at her and she says, You are alone with me; you are all mine tonight."

Chapter 3

Just as he said this, Brendon began to fondle Elizabeth’s breast. He looked down at her; with her eyes closed she looked so innocent and beautiful. At that moment he wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but he could see she was excited—her nipples were hard to the touch. Not wanting to deny her a moment’s pleasure, he continued on with his fantasy.

"’Elizabeth,’ she leans over and whispers in your ear, ‘I'm going to enjoy you.’ This leaves you nervous, and she knows it. She places her arms around your shoulder and tells you not to be shy. ‘I'm going to please you. I promise you will enjoy every touch.’

"You turn towards her to speak and before you can get a word out she leans in and kisses your lips. She feels so soft and tastes so delicious. She tells you not to speak and begins to undress herself.

"When she takes off her bra, her breasts immediately catch your attention. She knows you want to take them in your mouth and so she leans in towards you. She watches as you suck on them as if sweet nectars were being released unto your tongue. With her hands between your legs she softly says, ‘You are so wet.’ Moments later she gets you undressed and is now kissing you and playing with your body.

She is making you so excited; she bites one of your nipples while she slides two of her fingers inside you. Just as you're about to explode, she stops and commands you, ‘Not yet.’ She gets off the sofa and kneels between your legs. She picks up both of your legs and pushes them back so your knees are touching your shoulders and your toes are now pointing toward the ceiling.

As Brendon continues to speak he took two fingers and placed them gently inside Elizabeth. His fingers revealed just how excited she was growing. He had never felt her so moist, as he slowly maneuvers his fingers in and out. She moans gently. Rhythmically, he continued this for a few moments and watches as she slightly raised her hips off the bed to meet each stroke of his fingers.

With your legs pinned back Elizabeth, she begins to use her tongue to tease your inner thighs before she begins to taste you.

Oh my God; Brendon... stop!

Elizabeth screams as she felt the full force of an orgasm. It was so loud, it rocked the house. That night Brendon would have signed a sworn statement that he had witnessed particles of dust falling from the ceiling. It was the kind of debris you would expect in the aftermath of an earthquake. After Elizabeth had settled down she looked at him. Brendon, you're crazy. I guess you are right; that was dirty, but I enjoyed it.

When can we do it for real? was the question he wanted to ask, but he knew better. Elizabeth was not the type to allow a fantasy like that to become reality; he was still surprised she even allowed him to tell her about it. That night they made love two times. The third time they went at it, Brendon didn’t consider it lovemaking; the third time they fucked. They went at it real hard—he pulled her hair, smacked her ass and called her dirty names. They slept like babies that night. Lost in ecstasy they became deaf to all the sirens and loud chatter still pouring through the open window.

Over breakfast that morning Elizabeth kept a smile on her face while commenting on last night’s escapade. You’re bad. She handed Brendon a cup of tea and positioned her chair right next to his. You were an animal last night; what got into you? He had become excited because she was excited. He explained the more he saw her excited the more he wanted to please her. Pleasing her is all that matters to Brendon he really found joy in making Elizabeth happy.

Chapter 4

Brendon was still smiling and reminiscing as he looked out the window when a loud bang on the wall pulled him back from his daze. As the noise rattled in his head the memories he had summoned faded. What time is it? the voice on the other side of the wall asked. It was Luke knocking on the wall; he was their neighbor. From Brendon’s room you had a clear line of sight at the clock mounted on the wall in the hall. Whenever Luke wanted to know the time he would pound on the wall.

Brendon’s roommate, Myles, jumped off his bed and ran over to the wall and yelled, Its ten minutes to one! Stop knocking on our walls! Why don't you buy a clock? Brendon and Myles look at each other and laughs. Brendon had just moved in with Myles; a few days ago they were neighbors in the same building, living on separate floors. Brendon lived on the first floor and Myles resided on the top floor.

Brendon’s previous roommate had caused him problems. When he caught him stealing, he decided enough was enough and immediately moved out. During that same time, Myles was looking for a new roommate and so Brendon decided to move in with him. However, if Brendon had known that Luke would constantly bang on the wall for a time check he would've had second thoughts about moving in.

At 1PM the doors slid open and Luke came running to the front of their door. What the fuck, Myles? It’s one o’clock! Are we going to work out or not?

Luke, you asshole, give me fucking time to put my shoes on. What the fuck?

Brendon closed the Book of Virtues and put it back in its place on the windowsill. He remained seated at the desk with his eyes focus out the window.

Myles, have you ever tried talking Brendon into working out with us? Hey Brendon; I could help you get that one arm of yours looking like the fucking Hulk.

I keep telling him, Luke; just because he has one arm doesn't mean he can't work out.

Brendon was still sitting at the desk; he was now flipping through magazines and trying to ignore them. But he knew they were waiting for an answer. They wouldn't leave the room until he officially said no; that was their routine.

You guys will have to work out without me; the nerve pain is kicking my butt today.

Whatever, dude! they both shouted as they turned to walk out. Luke and Myles had always reminded Brendon of the close friendship he had at one point with Elizabeth’s cousin, Bill. The communication style was similar but with a little less profanity. Before the incident, as Brendon now liked to call it, they were best friends. They were always each other's wingman.

Chapter 5

The first time Bill called Brendon for help he really thought it was a trap designed by Elizabeth to test him. It wasn’t, but looking back now, in some ways he wished it was.

Brendon had received a frantic voicemail, Brendon I need your help. Call me back, ASAP. Bill sounded like his world had just fallen apart. Brendon was sitting in a conference room listening to a presentation on the best way to secure aircraft ramp space in Eagle and Aspen Colorado during the winter months. He was absolutely bored and decided he would use the time to check his messages. After hearing Bill’s message he immediately excused himself from the conference room and dialed Bill’s line. His assistant picked up and answered, Hold on, Brendon. After waiting a few seconds he heard another voice. Hey, Brendon, thanks for calling back.

Bill, I know you guys have caller ID in the office but even if she knows it's me, she should still try to be professional.

Brendon, you are no longer a manager down at the Seasons or whatever the name of that hotel is, so please relax a little.

What if I had handed off my phone to someone who needed your help? That would've been one hell of a first impression, Bill.

Can we not talk about service right now? I called you because I need your help Friday night.

What do you need?

Last month I met the sexiest Irish girl in New York City. I invited her up for the weekend; the problem is she's bringing a friend with her.

Where is this going, Bill?

I need you to take her friend out. This sounded like a cliché, but it was true. Brendon almost fell out of his chair when he heard Bill’s request. It took him a few seconds to regain his balance and composure.

What? Bill, are you crazy? Did you forget I am married to your cousin?

All I need is for you to keep her friend occupied for the night.

Bill, I’m not doing that. Elizabeth will kill you, then chop my head off... and let's just say I agree to do this—how will I explain the ring on my finger?

Don't be an idiot; take off the damn ring. I don't expect you to sleep with her. I obviously don't want you cheating on my cousin. All I need you to do is keep this girl distracted. Don't say no; I can hear it just about to come out of your lips. Brendon, these ladies are high society females; you are the only person I can trust to cover me.

Listen—it’s not my fault you don't have better friends, and by the way can I ask you one question? Did Elizabeth put you up to this?

No, she didn't. I really do need your help.

There was a long pause before Brendon spoke. After considering all the what-ifs, or at least what he thought were all of the what-ifs, he spoke into the phone. Alright. I will help—but you owe me.

That Friday night was nerve-wracking. Brendon had to come up with a good excuse as to why he was dressing to go out. He lied to Elizabeth; his excuse was Bill had invited him out to help entertain a client who flew in from California. Elizabeth picked out everything he wore that night; Brendon left the house looking very smart and handsome. When he arrived at Bill's home in Milton he stopped just outside the gate. He must've sat there for an hour debating with himself how crazy he was for doing this.

When he finally pulled into the driveway and took off his wedding ring he could see that the girls had already arrived. The Range Rover with New York plates was hard to miss. He could also see that Bill had cleaned his Porsche. The car was parked alongside the SUV and it was shining like a diamond. That’s when he remembered Bill wanted them to take two vehicles. Bill wanted to be alone with Laura, and Samantha would ride with him. He had totally forgotten about this; his SUV was a complete mess. Aside from the dirt, Elizabeth had a few pairs of shoes sitting on the back seat. Brendon jumped out of the vehicle and stuffed everything in the back. Afterwards he nervously walked towards the house. Brendon could feel beads of sweat running down his back. As he turned to look at the car, he wondered if he had missed anything.

Ringing the doorbell, he prepared himself to meet Bill’s date, Laura, who would be very attractive, and his date, Samantha, who he imagined would probably need a sirloin around her neck to keep his attention. While reasoning with himself he thought, What the hell do I care? I am married to my own bombshell. I'm only here to keep her out of the way so Bill can be alone with Laura.

The door opened and there stood one of the most attractive women he had ever seen. She looked like she had just stepped off the pages of a Curves magazine cover. She had on a summer dress with a very low neckline; it showed off her beautifully tanned skin and exposed her perky breasts. Her dress highlighted her curvaceous features and exposed very toned legs. Her face was absolutely gorgeous, and those pink lips... he was sure tasted like honey, honey he was forbidden to have. However, it was her legs that did him in. As far back as he could remember, great legs had been his Achilles heel. When he saw Elizabeth for the first time it was her legs that made him chase after her.

Hello. You must be Brendon; I’m Samantha. Please come inside. Laura and Bill are in the shower.

Brendon stared at her, dumbfounded. He shook her hand, trying to shake out his mischievous thoughts.

So... you are my date tonight, right? You are Brendon?

Yes – yes, he said hesitantly.

Those two have been in the shower about one hour now. I am helping myself to a glass of wine—would you like to join me?

Sure! Still surprised and distracted by her beauty, Brendon struggled to find words to speak. So...how do you know Bill?

I really just met him today; however, Laura told me a lot about him. I must say, he seems like a very nice guy.

I guess you could say that. Bill is a very cool individual.

Brendon gazed at her for a moment and frowned in wonder. Can I ask you something? What’s a girl from New York doing here with an accent like yours?

You're funny—I flew in from Italy about four days ago. I came over to surprise Laura but it seems I almost interrupted her weekend plans. By the way, thank you for agreeing to hang out with us; well, hang out with me. I know it was short notice. I’m positive you're going to get stuck with me all night. I hope I’m good company.

Chapter 6

Bill walked in then and smiled at the two. Brendon! You made it. And I see you have already introduced yourself to Samantha. This is my friend, Laura.

Once again Brendon was surprised, and as he stood in awe looking back and forth with his mouth wide open Laura started to laugh.

I know what you are thinking, Brendon; we get that a lot. We are not sisters. It's true—we're just friends, Laura then explained that she and Samantha had been friends since they were four years old. Even back then, if they were seen together, people would assume they were sisters. Their resemblance was truly something to marvel at.

Brendon, I'm taking Laura in my car. Why don't you and Samantha follow us in yours?

Samantha and Brendon eyed each other and smiled. Brendon looked at Samantha and tried to gauge if she were comfortable with the arrangements. As they made their way out the house she showed no signs that it bothered her.

Dinner proved to be more fun than he could have imagined. Brendon didn’t have to put much effort into entertaining the girls; in fact, it was the girls who kept him entertained. Samantha and Laura seemed to be extroverts; they said everything out loud, no matter how embarrassing it was. At one point during dinner they shared a story of them rushing home from a late night event where they had consumed more wine than they should have. They ended up having to pull the car over on the side of the road at about three in the morning and run behind a CVS pharmacy to pee. Laura had squatted and started to urinate when a rat ran right by her feet. In the middle of peeing she got up and ran away screaming. Samantha said Laura was easy to find in the dark because she had left a trail of pee behind her. Laura was completely covered in urine but they got back in the car and sat there for about ten minutes, laughing at each other.

The story made Laura and Samantha laugh out loud while Bill and Brendon just shook their heads and smiled. At one point, Brendon began to worry that they were making too much noise in the lounge. He used to work at the property and since his departure, he had returned frequently with clients from his new job. It was easy for him to entertain clients here because he felt he could control the environment. For a short time he was worried about embarrassing himself, but that thought faded as he relaxed into the girls’ stories.

Besides, it looked like both Samantha and Laura were impressed at the line of people coming over and saying hello.

So what's the story, Brendon? Why are you getting all this attention? Laura asked.

He used to work here, Bill blurted out.

Brendon looked over at Samantha, who then smiled before saying, That's great! What did you do here?

Brendon shared an edited version of his work history by explaining how he started in the hotel as a telephone operator. He had walked in off the street, filled out an application and was hired after four interviews. He then shared with the girls that his last job here had been the Hotel Assistant Manager.

The Seasons is very nice, isn't it? asked Bill.

Bill, what do you know about service? Brendon held a frown on his face. And first of all, it's not called ‘The Seasons.’ Why don't you use the correct name?

You need to relax a little, Brendon; you are way too passionate about this service thing. My God, did they brainwash you while you were working here? Now is not the time to have a debate.

Where do you work now, Brendon? Samantha inquired, and signaled the waiter to refill her glass of wine. By his count Brendon believed she had already consumed an entire bottle by herself, yet it had no effect on her.

I'm now in private aviation; I work for a small startup called Executive Fleet.

Oh, really! I came over from Italy on National Jets; I'm sure you've heard of them?

Yes I have; they are actually the largest provider of private jets. It’s our hope that one day Executive will be that large. Perhaps I can talk you into letting us take you back to Italy.

You will have to talk to my dad about that one—he makes those decisions.

Enough, you two, Bill interjected. All this talk about jets and service is starting to bore me. Laura, I have something to show you... let’s leave these professionals alone to talk business.

Brendon and Samantha could hear laughter as Laura and Bill walked out of the Bristol Lounge and into the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel. Neither of them knew what Bill had planned and so they kept their eyes on them until they faded out of sight.

Why don’t we order another round of dessert, Samantha? Those love birds will just have to catch up when they come back.

I thought you would never ask, Samantha replies sweetly. Another Fruit Tart and a bottle of wine would be perfect. I really enjoyed the first tart; it was delicious.

Brendon almost blurted out that Elizabeth also enjoyed these tarts, but he caught himself in time. As they sat in the lounge sipping wine, eating dessert, and listening to the piano playing in the background, the two spoke freely, happily, as though they were alone in the restaurant. With his wedding ring off his finger, Brendon had turned into another person. He began flirting heavily with Samantha and she encouraged every move he made. She was easy to talk to and it was obvious to her that Brendon found her attractive. He couldn't keep his eyes off her; he even gawked when she got up to use the ladies room. As he watched her navigate her way through the crowd he couldn’t help but notice practically every man in the lounge watching her as she made her way across the room.

While she was away, a patron who Brendon assumed had had a little too much to drink was bold enough to come over to the table. He slurred, Don't let her get away. He then went on to say that he thought her sister was quite beautiful, too. After raising his glass and proposing a toast to the beautiful woman, Brendon watched him stagger off into the crowd. When Samantha returned to the table he tells her everything that transpired; she smiles and tosses a grenade in his lap, So; are you happy I’m yours? Not knowing how to answer, he smiles and takes a sip of wine.

While searching to find the words to speak, both their phones started to vibrate. On his phone was a text message from Bill: Take Samantha home—Laura and I are staying at the hotel tonight. Remember not to do anything that would make Elizabeth kill you.

Samantha chuckles and reads her message out loud, ’Bill and I are not coming home tonight. Brendon will take you home; by the way, do something I would do. LOL.’ She then looked at Brendon and with a smile on her face, said, That friend of mine is crazy, but I do love her.

You two seem to get along very well, but Laura seems to be more...

Of a ho? Samantha blurted out and laughs.

No! Let's just say... more of an extrovert. How do you guys manage to maintain such a great friendship?

We are really more alike than you know—but enough about her. Let's finish this bottle and head out.

Chapter 7

Brendon knew dinner would be several hundred dollars. He was busy thinking of different ways to murder Bill for skipping out on the tab when the waiter came by with the final check. Immediately he noticed they were only charged for the bottles of wine. It had been years since he worked at the hotel; he wasn't expecting his old staff to help him out. On his way out the door he made sure to thank the manager on duty for extending such courtesy.

As the two approached Brendon’s car, a feeling of nervousness overcame him. One question kept running through his mind: What am I going to do with her? Driving away from the hotel, she placed her left arm up on his seat and began to massage the back of his neck. I feel like dancing. She turned up the radio and was now shifting her body to the rhythm of the music.

Brendon decided he would take her to Saint, a popular, somewhat trendy nightclub. He was worried she might not like it; however, Saint turned out to be just what she wanted. She spent the remainder of the night on the dance floor.

While dancing Samantha kept her hands around Brendon’s neck as she rubbed up against his body. She kept eye contact with him as if she expected him to move in and plant one on her lips. He was very tempted to kiss her but he knew better. The way they danced had aroused him and she knew just what to do to keep him excited. After the third dance he decided it would be best if she danced with other guys in the club.

From the edge of the dance floor, Brendon watched Samantha while she made some lucky guy happy by pulling him onto the dance floor. Brendon could tell Samantha was confident and it made her even more desirable. He knew she had no problem going after what she wanted and was probably used to getting it. He wonders—if it came down to it, would he be able to resist her?

Back in Milton, Brendon was tempted to go inside with Samantha but he was successful in removing that thought from his mind. As they walk towards the door she thanked him for spending the evening with her. Brendon made a gesture to shake her hand. Samantha gave him a look as if to say this was not a business deal, then tells him to relax a little. As he pulled back his hand she leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips tasted as he had first imagined—just like honey. Before he could figure out what was going on, her tongue was in his mouth and his arms were already around her body. They stayed locked together for what seemed to be hours before he finally broke loose.

I had a great evening, Samantha. I will call you in the morning. Taking a few steps back, Brendon felt his entire body trembling. He jumped into his Range Rover and took off at about 100 miles