times that night and I thought I felt something sticky when I tried to see what it was by feeling it 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.