with my silver leather gloved hand. I was securely suited up and there was no way I could escape.
* * *
“Mr Bruce Langley?” I heard a voice call out. I also heard footsteps approag.
“Yeah, that’s me.” I answered, hoping that whoever it was would know I was in that Ultraman Ace suit.
Someone removed my mask and I saw four strapping hunks of Californian Higholice Officers in their sharp uniforms and blindingly shiny boots.
“We received a plaint from you last night about a noisy Ferrari cirg the lawn of your property. There was no such vehicle...” The Mr Olympia Jay Cutler look-alike spoke to me about a plaint last night.
“Last night? Officer, there must be a mistake...” I feebly protested.
“Mr Langley, you should know that such reports...” The officer’s warning faded as I the four officers gave way to Brandon and Shane all dressed up in CHiP uniforms and boots. I sprang another hard on and hands gloved in thick leather began groping me...
“You have the right to remain silent...” My true birthday present arrived.
* * *
“Dad, I’m sorry I tricked you to that i.” Brandon came to me the day after my birthday. “I went through your stuff and I...”
“Well, it was a good one. I was careless.” I had to admit. I had been too lax these days.
“It wouldn’t have been possible. Well, not at least until I found out that in the Fall semester in 1990, you took a 3.90 at college. I got a 4.0. If I didn’t do it this time... Well, I got a 4.0 for this term and this is me kig your butt!” Brandon laughed.
“Well, you were my 4.3 that was not ted!” I replied. Missing a week of class in 1990 to get Brandon home paid off handsomely now.
My son is very petitive but with such good plans, who’s plaining?
“Wan your ass kicked again, Ace? Evil 1 and Evil 2 are waiting...” Brandon offered.
“What? After blowing a 50 thousand bill on my credit card for my birthday pa