Exhausted and cranky and tired of being run out of the houses of people who he is trying to free, Breegan decided to turn around and march back to Leighton’s house and tell him the truth about himself and the whole situation.
Sam answered the door again although he tried to discourage Breegan from going back inside. But the truth needed to be told.
And Breegan let him have it…
Breegan told Leighton he had an attitude and lack of gratitude is worse than a pile of trash in the the street.
Leighton was a Llama—he smells like a llama, he sounds like a llama, he acts like a llama, he looks like a llama, he makes love like a llama.
Yeah! Breegan couldn’t wait to tell him that. He told him all about how much Jamie hated making love to him. Llama man. Leighton was shocked. His only defense was to think about his job promotion.
Then he began to bore Breegan with talk about his son. What kind of role model was Breegan being subjecting little Sam to all of this. Breegan suggested another Charity—Liberate Sam…
…then asked for funds to support it. Leighton exploded and demanded that Breegan leave.
And the hag smirked.
Exhausted Breegan mounted his bike and headed in the direction of his hideout. He was not going to free people that insisted on being enslaved by their own nonsense. He sped past his house so he would not be seen.
He went back to his hideout and found his toddler son Otis fast asleep in his bed. He felt awful for missing his birthday, dealing with nonsense. He went to bed then to get plenty of rest so he could celebrate Otis’s birthday—just the two of them and an big plate of waffles.
Life in the hideout was good…
…And peaceful.
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