Dry Wheat Stubble
Based on a true story. Six chapters.
Mrs. Beckie Parnell Blake thought she was married for life with the perfect husband and three incredible sons.
Then, one day while at her job she received an unexpected phone call. One that changed her life.
“Mrs. Beckie Blake, I am Lisa Paternino and I am in love with your stud husband. He loves me too. So, we’re going to get married. He’s going to divorce you, so he can be all mine. He has such a great body. So warm. So sexy. I just love it when he touches me . . . .”
In the thousands of times that Beckie Blake mentally replayed the call from Lisa Paternino, she said she always heard the conversation end with a distinctive witches’ cackle.
Of course, that wasn’t true. Lisa was not a witch. She had no magical powers. She didn’t have a caldron in which she mixed special potions.
It was Beckie’s mind playing tricks on her. Beckie would never call another woman a witch. That would not be a Christian thing to say. But, deep in Beckie’s innermost thoughts, she could imagine a witches’ cackle, reinforcing her perception that weird, black magic had transformed her husband into something he was not.
No Lisa was not a witch. She was, rather, an astonishingly beautiful, and very intelligent, woman. Tall with honey blond hair, violet eyes, and a perfectly trim body. She had begun her modeling career when she was just fourteen. By seventeen, she was a high-priced call girl, prostitute whose regular customers were some of the richest men on the Pacific Coast.
Then she became the wife of Denver’s drug kingpin, George Paternino. He was incredibly rich with a house in Cherry Hills that featured an indoor swimming pool, and both an indoor driving range and an indoor putting green. He drove European sportscars, ate at the best restaurants, and traveled by charter jet.
He wasn’t much to look at (long, hippy; unwashed hair), but he had easy access to every drug imaginable, and his parties were phenomenal with many sports and music superstars. Lisa met him at one of his parties. He asked her out, and on that very first date asked her to marry him.
She did, in Las Vegas, two weeks later.
Unlimited drugs. Massive amounts of money. How could life get any better?
Unfortunately, George Paternino was arrested, convicted, and assigned to a prison outside Geary, Colorado, where he was permitted conjugal visitations with his wife Lisa.
Sitting in a darkened room monitoring their sixth conjugal visit, prison Sergeant Jeff Blake, overcome by intense emotion, decided to act. As Lisa Paternino started to leave the visitation center, he handed her a note. It simply said, “Call me and we can get together.” It gave her his home phone number.
