Rate this story By Bob My parents were away for a few days leaving me in charge of the house. Being a teenaged boy in the late sixties living on a cattle farm during Christmas break didn’t inspire me to think of wild parties or naked orgies. Tending to the livestock and painting the living room walls as a surprise for my mother before Christmas was the order of my freedom. I’d busied myself clearing the room preparing to paint. When all the cracks in the plaster had been scraped out I went to the basement looking for the poly-filler...
