Seducing Silvio
Seducing Silvio – s.k.s. I looked around and laughed as Silvio yelled to me to check out his new trailer… complete with clothesline, barrel hottub, and outhouse, it was a riot. I agreed that it was totally pimped out, and climbed the rickety front steps; immediately inside the door was a half-circle kitchen table where he sat opposite me. He looked up and grinned, a pile of half broken up weed and a blunt wrap in front of him, and gestured for me to sit down. I climbed around the other side of the table and lounged back, stretching my bare legs toward him and leaning on my elbows as I watched his fingers meticulously groom the fragrant pot, then sweep it into the brown blunt paper and roll it up expertly. We talked about …