Polemonium van-bruntiae Jones here again.

We've finally come to the end of the high shoal road for my formerly younger self.

I'll skip the witty backchat and let's goal this.

The net hebdomad of high up school. Here it was.

A bunch of exams and portion of study metre. The school became a ghost town to the students that did show up to forget their psyche in playscript. I even went to schooltime to learn just to quash the pleasures of the figure that might bechance me at nursing home in the trailer park.

And then those were over.

Then it was alumna on that final exam Friday.

It seemed so surreal when the ceremony actually came. All the faces I knew, all the protagonist, all the acquaintances. I felt like I'd see them on school Monday, but I also knew I might not end up seeing none of them ever again.

The three of us ; my tomboy best Friend religious belief and curvy peasant pal Bob Hope wanted to go up and flash the bunch when we got our diploma. We even made sure we were stark naked under our scrubs. In the end though, we couldn't do it. We all knew without saying that we had to do this right.

hope was, to no one's surprisal, the class valedictorian. Yes, I was miss super democratic form president and cheerleader police chief. But promise was a freaking roquette scientist mad genius under her oral examination fixation.

I cant remember what for the life of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too busy reflecting on this moment. How proud I was of my supporter. Of all my friends. How I was once an elite group boarding school girl who wouldn't dare talk to such lusus naturae like her and Faith, but now I couldn't imagine any other place on earth I'd rather be.

When it was all over and the applause died down we made our way through the crowd getting hugs and sad good byes by some masses who weren't coming to the promenade tomorrow. Even Angie Brollet gave me a heartfelt hug. Six months she was a hardhearted bitch whom I hated with all my heart, now I was sad to see her go.

Momma was so proud of me she was crying. She had come in her Sun nicest with Marcus and she just kept gushing all over me. Being the adolescent young lady I was embarrassed but I later understood it all too well.

I was the first woman in our bloodline to graduate high school in three genesis. Plus, I was going to university succeeding year.

"I just can't believe I've helped grow such a perfect girl ”, mummy gushed between tears.

"I had the best example ”, I hugged her back.


We didn't party hearty that nighttime as I had to go over concluding contingent for the watch night.

prom Night.

This was it. The last nighttime of my being a in high spirits school girl. The night many woman never get over, or never stop regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arabian night. Partly my salute to our boy out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely older than me. Some of them never got a luck to pin a corsage to a girl. nigh were just trying to hold sure as shooting they didn't come nursing home in a bag.

With my crazy agenda I had passed on nigh of the final details to trust and promise during those last two calendar week. And now it was all coming to fruition.

ma spared no disbursal on my dress either. She spent two calendar week wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a author of pride for her that I was the only teen in the county that was going to her prom in hand tailored designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silk and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. Blue ermine cutting in the skirt. I was the sulfurous American masthead. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the cubital joint in Edward Douglas White Jr. leather.

Momma even gave me her aureate heart locket that she wore all the time and gave it to me. Handing it down. Her ma gave it to her when she was of age, and her mom before her. Inside was the two of us. I still wear it to this day.

Marcus even bough me rhomb earrings as my grad present. They were worth a fortune. I still have them and get them out for fancy occasions over 20 years later.

Chet came and picked me for the promenade. In a limo. His dad's limo to boot.

God he was so handsome. A perfectly cut contraband tuxedo that filled showed the pass bound of his muscular systema skeletale. For the first time since that night in the car when he became my cuckold I actually wanted to fuck him. But I decided he had to still wait.

He pinned a lovely rose corsage delicately to me, his hands were shaking and my boobs were such a big objective in the low cut garb I was just gladiolus there wasn't an impalement. mamma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some pictures of us together before scooting us out.

The limo driver was none other than George IV ; Chet's dad and my dom. He even wore the silly chaffeur cap.

"Once around the park Jesse James, and no dawdling ”, Chet said snobbishly snapping his fingers at his Dad.

I howled at this.

We played kissy face delicately while George drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how arresting I was in my dress and tomentum done to the ennead ( thanks to Patti, for punk Rock Lesbian she trusted knew how to make believe a girl pretty ) and couldn't go along his eyes of my cleavage. He didn't like the gloves, I was almost roiled, but he had his cause as I would discover at the end of the night.

The school gym had been transformed. It was straight out of Ali Baba or Aladdin or any of the 1001 Nights, it was breath taking. Pinarets sweeping to the roof, wafting sand dune hill that seemed to be just in the length but were merely spinal column drop curtain. Bells and meander chimes giving the touch of the exotic. The lick table was taken over by samovar's serving biff. Full alloy dinner trays with exotic meats and fruits.

Even the dance band was Persian. They played top 40 on regular equipment, then out came the sitars and flutes for traditional Arabian music

This must have cost a fortune. I didn't call back authorizing any of this ! It should own been cheesy cut outs, the doorkeeper in loud sheik costumes, and a bunch of shish kebabs. Where the hell did this come from ?

I was quickly the belle of the musket ball. Everyone gushed over how beautiful I was and yes it went straight to my head teacher. I was lost in a sea of sparkle and beauty.

But for me, the literal trophy were my undecomposed friends Faith and Hope

Faith was eternally single and Hope swore to never love another man again ( What a goth ). I assumed they would be coming hen to tonight's dance. They weren't even going to amount until I begged and pleaded for days and they finally broke down.

They came as each early's date.

Hope was resplendent in all blackness with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her tomentum was slack and wild to her shoulders and she wore a lacing see through embryonic membrane over her face in a tarty Arab style.

Faith on the early hand…was in a tuxedo. OK, at to the lowest degree the top of it was. She wore a midget black wench to match her sharp sports jacket and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and black ass me heels.

Faith was the"boy"and Hope came in with her paw resting on the redheads arm. It was unbelievable and every promontory turned to them. They even slow danced with each other, faith of course taking the lede. You have to remember this simply didn't happen in Texas twenty twelvemonth ago, this was going to be the public lecture of the Town for months.

Despite all their squabble and fighting, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each other. They were the get-go ones to come running to represent the other. My Henry Clay Frick and frack. My Abott and Costello. My sisters.

I eventually pulled away long enough to go gab with my two amigas.

"You two are awesome ”, I said giving them big hugs.

"That's to be expected with me ”, Faith joked,"Freak fille here has to figure out it"

"Just because you have a fake cock doesn't mean value I'm going to put out at the end of the nighttime ”, Leslie Townes Hope joked back to her date.

"How the hell did we afford all this ? Is the school closing down ? ”, I asked surpised

"Yeah, we were meaning to sing to you about that,"Faith said fidgeting

"What do you mean ? ”, I said beginning to worry about that tell tale mark of Faith

"You see, you kinda have to ummm…pay for it ”, faith said turning a bit red

"WHAT ? ”, I barked loudly enough that heads turned.

Faith backed up as I curled my fists and advanced as she slunk away.

"Little assist here bizarre ! ”, trust implored hope

Hope stepped up between us.

"Not financially ”, Leslie Townes Hope said soothingly putting her hands on my shoulders.

"Ohhhh on my back, that's just fucking great ”, I growled some more trying to keep back my tone down.

"It's not that bad ”, Faith tried assuring

"Zip it Pippi Long-Stockings !"I snapped at her. She hated it when I called her that.

Which wasn't really fair and I regretted it the moment it came out. religious belief could dish up it out but she couldn't handle it from her friends, strangers yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a redhead, and her hair was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apaches and just caught all their factor in this lifetime.

"I'm sorry ”, I breathed out right away the ire disappearing.

"It's aplomb, I kinda had that one coming ”, she said giving me a hug.

Awesome chick.

‘ Alright, explicate how this isn't bad ”, I said now fully calm, The dance went on behind us having lost their momentary interest.

"Better yet, follow me ”, Hope said beckoning in a fingerless gloved.

We exited the gym and wandered down the mansion of the darkened school. It was always weird seeing this spot at nighttime. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the Twilight zona reflection of a gamy shoal. No wonderment so many revulsion movies are in high school day at nighttime ; it's a dissimilar world.

We came to the boiler rooms and let ourselves inside. Old Tyrone lived in here in an apartment in the back. He had been here forever, farther back then anyone knew. It was a midget blank space, two rooms ; a bathroom and his living room/bedroom/kitchen. The only window being a small one in the bathroom.

We knocked on the door and heard him yell out"Come on in girls"

Old Tyrone was buck naked and squatting over the prone soma of our frailty head teacher. She was tied spread eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly massive dick in and out of her mouth. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty good shape if on the skinny side.

I had to admit, it had been a year since Old Tyrone had last shoved his putz down my throat in our"hold"Roger Huntington Sessions with vice Principal Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in meter ladies, I was getting bored with this silly cows urinate poor blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his dick out of her mouth and smacking her across the side with it a pair off times.

Her response was incredible though, she kept trying to reach out with for it with her mouth. She had gone from being his schoolmarm to being his kick. It was pretty awesome.

"organized religion, you go out and watch that door ”, Tyrone told her

"What ? Theres cipher going to come ”, religious belief seeing red indignantly

"Don't you back talk me little girl, you git out there on the two-bagger ”, Tyrone said sternly

Faith huffed but relented"fine, whatever"

I had never seen organized religion back down so quickly. But I had also never seen Tyrone act like an overbearing adult to anyone either. He was just the sweet old man that lived at the school.

Tyrone came over and shook my hand and gave it a kiss. I kinda flushed at this. This old man was a treat. Even naked he was pretending to be courtly.

"Miss Polemonium caeruleum, I asked you here because I wanted to settle a matter of requital for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

"Oh don't you worry Tyrone, I'll gladly suck you and fuck you dim for how you're treating the tartar ma'am"

All three of us laughed at this, and I began to untie my baseball mitt. That's when Old Tyrone stopped me.

"No no girl Charity, I wanted you to know that digging that money out of my retreat fund was my way of paying you for all you've done."

I looked at him curiously"For all I've done ?"

"missy Polemonium caeruleum, I've been at this shoal since it opened 45 years ago. I retire in 3 months. I have seen student come and students go. Your mammy went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the hottest art object I had for nearly 20 years."

That should have been creepy-crawly, but based on my sex living it seemed almost predictable. So I laughed.

He continued.

"I've been here through war and integration, through protests and way too many Presidents. And it has always remained a John Rock in a tempest. But there was also a parsimony. An vileness that stayed too"

We were rapt. This was the heart of the school.

"My masses. Coloured hoi polloi. Always been treated like meth in this town. The ire. The figting…. The making love lost ”, he said looking away the door for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that mean value old squawk on the bed to me was just living proof that it would always remain underneath despite what that rodeo rider in the White House says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your Sister here came along. Yes, sisters. It's no coincidence that you three found each other. I'm not talking physique and blood. The Lord made your mamma and Poppa give you the names to rule each other in this small corner of His creation."

He put his hands on my berm softly and looked me deep in the eye

"And you girls have saved this Town. I don't say that lightly. When you walk down the street together you three are the image of harmony.I aint seen null like it. People that hate each former put aside their feuds around you girls. People are lost find comfort in your smiles. Joseph Black men and white men babble out about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one single white on black or blackamoor on white crime in this townsfolk since you three met ?"

That was the strangest matter. There had been an editorial about how hate crime had all but evaporated for the last two years in our town. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, Miss Polemonium caeruleum. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A Light Within. Something that brings comfort. That brings happiness. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the best in everyone around you. You are called Polemonium van-bruntiae, and your charity of core spreads out to everyone around you"

He was tearing up at this stop and his sincerity was making me palpate like choking up a bit too.

"And that's why I paid for tonight outta my nest egg. That was my payment to you. give thanks you girl, and God bless you !"

Old Tyrone then hugged me finis and I was overwhelmed by his kindness. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, or how fun I was or how agitate I was. With the exception of my Momma and my sister, I had never heard how"good"I was.

I wiped back a tear as he stepped away. He then turned to Hope

"Now you girl, I don't get all this hooey dooey dressin up like a vampire shit you do. You are the gentlest creature I have seen in age. The sweetest and the kind. Don't you think for a second that Tyrone doesn't know about those stray kitty you've been raising behind the shop classes. Who the heck did you think built them that cat home"

Bob Hope actually turned red at being outed as a sweetheart.

"Or how abouts when you went out and gave out all them cover to the vets in the park come winter. Some of them are my friends. They still talk about the wickedness angel that brings them soup every night from November to December.And I see you when you go take to the burn victims from all them fancy volume you got. You see the dark in the man so you pretend to be sour too. But you listen here girl, you are a light ! You give the weak, the hungry, the poor a reason to keep going"

He smiled at her as Hope seemed lost in what he was saying.

"In short girl,"Tyrone said putting his hand on her shoulder,"you give them Hope."

The churl lady friend was stunned too and sat down on a chair at the kitchen nook. This old man read us like a book and had turned to pages we had never read before.

"You going to make religious belief cry like this too ? ”, I tried joking past tears of joy

"No, my words to her need to be private ”, he said wistfully.

"Okay fine, but you are so getting a blowjob for this ”, I laughed

"To hell with the blowjob, I'm fucking him silly ”, Hope mumbled still reeling.

The three of us laughed at this.

"Well, I aint gon na argue with a couple ladies ”, Tyrone smiled as his cock began to grow again.

I knelt know lifting up my skirt so it wouldn't get too lousy even on the carpet and Leslie Townes Hope was beside me in a flash. She lifted her veil and just dived in. Even an epiphany wouldn't stop an oral examination addict like her.

Hope and I sucked on the old black man's huge pecker in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his member. He had made us feel 10 feet tall, so we returned the favour. Our spit and mouths found every in of his might beast. Leslie Townes Hope would gag as she tried taking him down her throat, then I would do the same.

My make up was probably running from my eyes like a racoon at this distributor point but I couldn't give a shit. Sucking this huge dick was my staring world. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his heavy lump whilst Hope made sick gagging audio as she tried shoving his cock down her throat.

"Alright, screw this, we need to get fucked ”, I said pulling away.

"Me first ”, Hope said jumping up and heading to the bed.

She crawled up onto the bed and straddled the frailty Principlas side and face the paries. She put her mitt on it to steady herself. I walked over and flipped up her skirt. Like me, the swinger wasn't wearing panties.

"biff it bitch, lube me up ”. Bob Hope instructed the firedrake noblewoman and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping auditory sensation as she obediently licked out Bob Hope cooze. The busty Goth girl would grind into her case then travel away for a minute so that the VP could breathe then grind again. After a couple minutes she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big dick into the girl a one-third his age. She groaned as his big meat penetrated her.

The Dragn Lady would riffle her tongue up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously deep pecker Hope. Soon his balls were slapping heavily up against the teen girlfriend ass. Gordon gave her just and flicked at her clitoris too while she could.

I was standing by watching, I pulled up my skirt and fingered my self as my gal pal got fucked silly. There was something really nasty and hot about seeing grampa and the school young woman. In that way I took after Bob Hope, she liked it the awful the better. And so did I.

He fucked her for a unspoiled 15 instant before he started groaning.Hope implored him to stop, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her dress. Silly girl. Like the the gentleman he was, Tyrone slowed down and pulled out.

Bob Hope staggered over to me still wobbly in the leg and tagged out with me.

I crawled up on the bed and assumed the Saami locating. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by frailty school principal Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to take it a step further.

I actually pun around facing Tyrone and shoved my whoreson in her fount instead.

"Eat it kick ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not require that. I had no intent on getting laid or anal tonight. So I hadn't exactly prepared. Yeah, I had a big movement earlier ( yeah, you needed to cognise that ) but I was definitely not fresh as a daisy. Gordon tried thrashing her head away.

"I said eat it ! ! ! ! ”, I barked and sat on her face.

And by sat on her typeface, I mean sat on her look. I put my trunk weight on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big cycle buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 seconds before I squatted up.

"Eat it bitch, or I see if you can go 4 minutes"

That did it. I felt the Nazi squawk's glossa slick up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by young lady, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my life story blaze eat out my nasty ass was even better.

I had her lingua probe my defecator for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and clamber but then I would start up to bring down my ass back onto her and she would follow. When I felt wet enough and lax enough, I turned around, still squatting on her fount. This time she got my pussy.

Bob Hope flipped up my frock and held it up. I tried getting traction against the paries, but my gloves were too slippery so I bit through the laces and yanked them off. Well there goes a century bucks. But getting fucked in the ass by a wise old man with a goliath shaft was worth the price of admission.

Tyrone spit on his peter and cruddy bitch Hope expectoration on my son of a bitch and we were off to the race. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my backdoor ever so slowly. God it was huge. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to stop from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit on his gumshoe for more lube and so would Hope, eventually I had half his dick up my ass and I didn't think it would go any further. Luckily neither did her, so he just fucked my ass for all that he could get in at this point.

He started slow and built up a tempo. Every thrust seemed to elongate me wider and push me more into the bed. effective affair Gordon was there to lick my clitoris or I thought I might pass out. Soon Tyrone had a steady substantial beat pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal retentive sex this weekend after this monster tore me apart but it was worth it. Combined with the clit licking and sucking, my face being stretched in my ass I was soon cumming up a storm.I whimpered through each one of them as this dirty old disgraceful man fucked my hit tight teen ass.

Tyrone fucked me silly for a good 20 instant as I came two More times from his anal retentive assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to nibble up the pace. He was going to blow soon.

"No, no, wait ”, I said being my turn not wanting to completely smash my super-dress,"pull out, pull out"

Tyrone sighed and slowly extricated himself from where he was lodged in me. Christ, it was like giving parentage to an oak Tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking serious BM softeners from the pharmacy ( you did want all the nasty details ).


I laid down on position of Gordon and Hope followed cause on the other. I think the nazi Bitch was just gladiolus we weren't suffocating her in cunt any more and made soft mewing sounds.

"Cum on her faces ”, Hope said getting the hint

"And our mammilla"I said pulling the top Down and letting the mighty bazonga sisters free.

Hope did the Lapp and soon Tyrone was stroking his big meat in our threesome of faces. We opened our sassing wide and wiggled our tongues. I squeezed my nipple as he double fisted what had to be nearly a food of prime glum meat.

Tyrone let out a immense groan and flannel volley of goo splashed across our faces. It was a big one too. Sputer after spurt came out and we waved across like a firehose. most of what I got went on my cheek and Chin and between my boobs. Bob Hope got some in her sass. Gordon got up her pry, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his cock smelling of my tight ass into the Dragon Lady's mouth. He really shoved in and made her clean his dick up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just further her.

I got up and decided it should be time to back to the saltation, we had been gone for just over half an minute at this power point. I stuffed my slef in and tried straightening up. Bob Hope wiped her cum off and licked my face clean and jerk. But the cum had already dribbled down my dope and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

"They'll think it's swither ”, Hope assured me.

"I hope so ”, I going into his privy and looking in the mirror.

Yup. racoon centre. Smeared lip rouge, mussed hair. A mess.

"Fuck it ”, I said

I washed the remainder of my arrive at up off my cheek in a few second gear since half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed tress and bun. There, now I looked like Texas girl. natural state ready, and dumbbell as big as the state. And Hope was right the stigma wasn't too bad.

I wandered back and Tyrone was zipping up and three a blanket over Gordon, who still had maw of sticky cum clinging to her fount. No clean up for her. Good.

"Could you two send in religion on your way out, I need to talk to her ”, he said sitting down

"umm okay"I said sharing a glance with Hope.

No sex or even a blowjob ? That was odd.

But as we headed ot it struck me he never had his dick in Faith even once. During all our"detentions"when it was Faith's bend to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the hall outside the kettle room and trust was smoking a joint tendency against the wall. dump, nowadays we'd call her"a chronic"

"Took enough clip"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there till cockcrow"

"Smartass ”, I said taking her joint,"now go in, he wants to lecture to you"

"Talk to me ?"religion asked,"Is that codification for assfuck"

"it was for me, but I don't think so for you ”, I joked,"Now get in there

"Yeah yeah"she said wandering into the boiler room.

Leslie Townes Hope and I were out there a safe half minute. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the joint in transactions. I was almost tempted to take off back to the dance, it would be getting close to declaring the Prom King and Queen and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

Just as I was about to grant up Faith walked out.

She was crying and we ran to her.

"Are you okay ? Are you okay ?"I asked worried

"Don't break on me Apache ”, Hope pleaded

"I'm sound, I'm honorable ”, faith said wiping a tear away.

"dickhead, you don't face okay ? ”, Bob Hope understated.

"No seriously I'm practiced, actually, I'm fucking tremendous ”, she said wiping a tear away. That was when I noticed she was smiling. Hell, she even laughed.

"Yeah, he said something pretty intense clobber to us too, what did he separate you"

"Oh my god, I don't make love how to say it ”, she said looking up trying to calm down.

religion was never like this. I had seen her breakdown maybe three times in the entire time I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at night when she snuck through my window after her inebriate ass dad took the rap to her. But nothing like this. Never anything like this.

"wellspring, what was it ”, promise inquired desperately.

Faith took a mysterious hint, wooshed it out of her.

"Tyrone is…hmm…Tyrone…Tyrone is………………………my dad"

We just stood there staring blankly at her.

"Did you just say…"I said breaking the silence.

"Yeah, Old Man Tyone..is my father"

"Holy shit ”, Hope said stunned.

"You're telling me ”, Faith laughed.

Then she laid it all out. The conversation was very awkward at offset between Faith and Tyrone as the old man hummed and hawed until he just came out with it.

He told her the narrative or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the public figure of Margo who had come to townspeople some twenty years back. She didn't give a fuck about subspecies, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was love at first sight.

It was a ill-starred romance from the start. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was white and he was black. Texas was still reeling from the 60's and it would take it till now to finally catch up with a mordant man being treated with regard. But that didn't stop the love birds.

In just a few month she was pregnant with his fry and couldn't pelt it anymore from her mob. She was going to go to college all disbursement paid if she just terminated the baby and never spoke of him again. Margo refused, she wanted to live the rest of her life with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a high school.

He couldn't let her give up her biography though, despite how much he loved her. And even with his stiff baptist rootage he implored her to get an abortion and blank out a tired old man. She refused, she was going to be with him to the end

Then one night, Margo's brothers and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inches of his life story. They said they'd kill him if he ever put his"nigger"hands on their sis again. Margo found out and said she'd run away with him.

Tyrone knew there was no way they could ever be free, or how that youngster could arise up in anything but fear and a family unit lost from her.

So he broke up with Margo.

She still loved him and she loved him back, but they knew that could never be together.

Margo gave parturition to a babe girlfriend she called trust in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the existence could one day overcome its hatred and its bigotry and finally take over love.

She couldn't raise a nipper alone and soon had to settle for a man that was willing to assume"broken good"as her redneck kin called her. That was religious belief's"dad"she had known all her life.

trust had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting Sir Thomas More of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly haircloth that was for sure. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her hair making Sir Thomas More signified now. She also had her dad's ambling gait, his sailors back talk and his unflinching bravery.

The man who"raised"her always be intimate she wasn't his daughter and only knew a Negroid man was her father. So he hated all black men for taking what was his, because Margo never wanted another child. And when she passed he took his ire out on organized religion, who fought back

trust had always know Tyrone since she was a little young lady, but he always thought of him as her female parent friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Christmas present every year.

Hell she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connections all over townspeople and always convinced the sheriff to seem the other way when it came to her pot dealing and minor drinking.

When Faith's mother had died from drinking herself to death over grief, Tyrone almost wanted to do the same. So he sold his family dwelling house and moved into the school just so he could buy the plot of land and the trailer she lived in. The rent religious belief paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his total life. Stopping fight, pulling favours, keeping a cap over her head and always being her hidden santa and"protagonist"for natural endowment on her natal day and Christmas.

He had done more for her from the phantasm then that boozy racialist did for her his entire life.

Faith had rolled up another junction as she told this narrative and we smoked it and finished it muteness in the hall.

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking amazing"faith just smiled

"So what are you going to do ? ”, Hope said rubbing the redhead shoulder.

"I don't know, I really don't… but I think I want to get to know him ”, Faith smiled

There was a serenity to her now. She didn't doubt a Christian Bible of is chronicle. She said Tyrone told her thing about her life and her female parent that only she knew. There was no uncertainty ; he was her father.

"What an puzzle night ”, I shook my head.

"I hear that, Tittsy..and Char.. Theres just one to a greater extent thing ”, religious belief said still softly smiling.

"Whats that ?"

Faith wrapped her sleeve around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, thank you for being the best friend a redneck girl could ever have"


I cried like a sister when she told me this.

"seed here freak girl, I didn't make it this far without you either ”, religion said through snag or her own extending her arm to promise

promise ran up and joined our circle of joy and tears.

C. H. Best Nox ever.

religious belief. Hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

We eventually broke our hug and laughed and tried straightening up.

"Shit, we better get back to the saltation ”, organized religion said getting back into her ruffian chick function

"Yeah, Id hatred to miss the chance to kowtow at Angie Brollet's invertebrate foot ”, Bob Hope snorted.

"Fucking kick ”, was my retort.

We shared another laugh and walked arm and down the mansion house. Me flanked on either side by my Sister

"Ya know, I think I'm gon na miss this station"Faith sighed as neared the gym.

The gym threshold flew outdoors and our old pothead pixie friend flush popped out in a tie died sundress.

"Whoa, like there you are, freaky ”, she said coming to a halt.

"Yes Flower, we're here ”, I said smiling

"Like you've got ta come now, they're about to announce like the king of the school"

"The Prom King, Flower"Hope said gently

"Yeah, far out, that's it ”, she smiled

"We'll be right there, blossom ”, I smiled trying to conquer a giggle

flower flashed as the peace star sign and went back in, after walking into the door first.

"Ya know, I think I'm even going to miss her ”, faith chuckled.

"Somehow I dont think that's the death we've seen of her,"I said almost feeling a touch sensation of foreshadowing.

"Great, as if one pothead isn't enough ”, Hope quirked

"Shut up freak miss ”, Faith snarked back

"Love you"the goth teased back.

We stepped in the gym as the principal got prepare to announce the Prom big businessman

"And the socio-economic class of 1990's Prom King is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the composition,"Chet baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My baby was the Billie Jean King. Damn right wing he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprisal, the beating of the Cowboys he led made him a horseshoe in. We still gave him screaming sunniness ! ! !

Then one of the Farsi band guys gave a drum rolling wave

"And the class of 1990's promenade Queen is……………………. Charity Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


religion and Hope went nuts jumping up and down on either English of me. They shook me so surd I nearly popped out of the bodice.

Faith shoved me forward to the degree. I was in a trance. This night was getting unreal.

A note that grounded me to world was the squeeze look on Angie Brollet's face. That meant it was real

I smiled and walked up the steps onto the stage. The tiara was put on my mind. A big boquet of roses handed to me. Chet had to move my arms around to fit the sash over me. Fortunately it covered the cumstain.

Chet stepped up and said..I don't know..something. I was still lost.

Faith and hope were screaming the entire metre through getting with child laughs from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the mike

There was the squeal of feedback, a deathly quiet.

Oh right. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go Cougars"

What a stirring speech.

Faith and Hope loved it though. I even saw them kiss in the bunch. What nutbars.

The floor was cleared for our dance as the prom King and Queen.

It was so magical. I felt like a princess.

Chet took one of my hands. My god, he was so handsome.

Then he snapped his finger's breadth. A boom mike came down on a telegram from the baulk and settled between us. A spotlight also shown on us.

What the… ?

That's when Chet got to one knee.

Oh my god ! Oh my god ! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod ! ! ! !

"From the first day I met you two years ago on the field behind the school, I knew you were one of a kind.."Chet began

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"Your smile lit up my heart and I was lost in you in a heartbeat"

Ohmygodohmygod

"I was in love with you from the second I saw you. You've been with me in all the good prison term and the bad meter. With me in my defeats and our victory"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've go a strong person because of you. A better someone. And I cant think of not spending the eternal rest of my life without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

Out came the ring from his sac which he presented to me.

"Charity Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My heart stopped

"Yes, Chesterson William Baker, I will conjoin you ”, I gasped out.

He slipped the anchor ring on my finger.

The place went wild. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The isthmus began to play



Chet stood up and gave me one of the capital kisses any girl ever had in the account of the world.


Best.

Night.

Ever .