brotherly love Jones here again.

We've finally come to the end of the gamey school day road for my formerly younger self.

I'll skip the witty raillery and let's finish up this.

The final exam week of high shoal. Here it was.

A gang of examination and lots of survey time. The school became a ghost township to the students that did show up to swallow up their pass in Word of God. I even went to schooltime to study just to avert the pleasance of the flesh that might bechance me at house in the laggard park.

And then those were over.

Then it was grade on that final Friday.

It seemed so surrealistic when the ceremony actually came. All the faces I knew, all the friends, 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 in force champion Faith and busty barbarian pal Hope wanted to go up and twinkle the crowd when we got our sheepskin. We even made sure we were stark naked under our gowns. 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 lack exceedingly democratic course of instruction president and cheerleader captain. But hope was a freaking rocket engine scientist mad ace under her viva voce fixation.

I cant call up what for the life of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too fussy reflecting on this moment. How proud I was of my friend. Of all my champion. How I was once an elect boarding school girl who wouldn't dare talk to such nut like her and organized religion, but now I couldn't imagine any early place on globe 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 people who weren't coming to the prom tomorrow. Even Angie Brollet gave me a heartfelt hug. Six month she was a hardhearted bitch whom I hated with all my bosom, now I was sad to see her go.

mommy was so proud of me she was crying. She had come in her Sunday nicest with Marcus and she just kept gushing all over me. Being the teen girl I was embarrassed but I later understood it all too well.

I was the first woman in our bloodline to graduate high schooling in three generations. Plus, I was going to university following year.

"I just can't believe I've helped raise such a perfective girl ”, Momma gushed between tears.

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


We didn't party hearty that Nox as I had to go over final inside information for the watch over night.

promenade Night.

This was it. The final Nox of my being a high school female child. The night many women never get over, or never stop regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arabian nighttime. Partly my salute to our boys 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 little girl. well-nigh were just trying to cook sure as shooting they didn't come menage in a bag.

With my demented schedule I had passed on most of the final details to faith and promise during those last two weeks. And now it was all coming to fruition.

mama spared no disbursal on my frock either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a source of superbia for her that I was the sole teenager in the county that was going to her prom in bridge player tailored designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a whiten velvet inlay. Blue ermine cutting off in the skirt. I was the sultry American flag. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in White River leather.

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

Marcus even bough me ball field earrings as my grade present. They were deserving a fortune. I still have them and bring them out for fancy occasions over 20 years later.

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

God he was so bountiful. A perfectly cut black tuxedo that filled showed the clearly border of his sinewy anatomy. For the initiatory clip since that Nox 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 target in the low cut dress I was just glad there wasn't an impalement. Momma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some depiction of us together before scooting us out.

The limousine driver was none other than George ; Chet's dad and my dom. He even wore the punch-drunk chaffeur cap.

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

I howled at this.

We played kissy brass delicately while George IV drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how stunning I was in my apparel and hair done to the nine-spot ( thanks to Patti, for punk rock lesbian she trusted knew how to wee-wee a girl pretty ) and couldn't retain his middle of my segmentation. He didn't like the boxing glove, I was almost miffed, but he had his reasons 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 ceiling, wafting dune hills that seemed to be just in the length but were merely back driblet. Bells and wind chimes giving the touch of the exotic. The biff table was taken over by samovar's serving lick. Full metal dinner trays with exotic centre and fruits.

Even the stria was Farsi. They played top 40 on regular equipment, then out came the sitars and champagne flute for traditional Arab euphony

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

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

But for me, the material prize were my best friends Faith and hope

faith was eternally unity and promise swore to never get it on another man again ( What a goth ). I assumed they would be coming hen to tonight's saltation. They weren't even going to hail until I begged and pleaded for sidereal day and they finally broke down.

They came as each other's date.

Hope was resplendent in all black with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her hair was idle and godforsaken to her shoulders and she wore a lace see through embryonic membrane over her typeface in a tarty Arabian style.

organized religion on the other hand…was in a tuxedo. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a midget melanize skirt to match her sharp blazer and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and lightlessness piece of tail me heels.

Faith was the"boy"and Hope came in with her handwriting resting on the redheads arm. It was unbelievable and every head turned to them. They even retard danced with each other, faith of course taking the lead. You have to remember this simply didn't happen in Texas twenty years ago, this was going to be the lecture of the town for months.

Despite all their bickering and fighting, despite how dynamically glacial opposite they were of each other. They were the first gear ones to fare running to defend the other. My 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 awing ”, I said giving them big hugs.

"That's to be expected with me ”, Faith joked,"Freak girl here has to operate it"

"Just because you have a counterfeit rooster doesn't mean value I'm going to put out at the end of the dark ”, Hope joked back to her date.

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

"Yeah, we were meaning to talk to you about that,"faith said fidgeting

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

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

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

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

"Little help here freaky ! ”, Faith implored Hope

promise stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my vertebral column, that's just fucking great ”, I growled some more trying to continue 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 fairly and I regretted it the consequence it came out. Faith could dish it out but she couldn't address 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 apache and just caught all their factor in this lifetime.

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

"It's cool, 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 terpsichore 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 residence hall of the darkened shoal. It was always weird seeing this place at night. Like we were walking in another universe, that this was the Twilight zona reflection of a mellow school. No wonder so many horror movies are in senior high schoolhouse at nighttime ; it's a different world.

We came to the boiler rooms and let ourselves inside. Old Tyrone lived in here in an flat in the backrest. He had been here forever, farther back then anyone knew. It was a bantam place, two way ; a john and his keep room/bedroom/kitchen. The only window being a belittled one in the bathroom.

We knocked on the room access and heard him call out"cum on in missy"

Old Tyrone was buck naked and squatting over the prone form of our frailty Principal. She was tied spread eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly monolithic 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 yr since Old Tyrone had last shoved his gumshoe down my throat in our"detainment"seance with vice Principal Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in metre ladies, I was getting bored with this giddy cows relieve oneself misfortunate blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his tool out of her mouth and smacking her across the side with it a couple times.

Her reaction was incredible though, she kept trying to hit out with for it with her mouth. She had gone from being his Mistress to being his cunt. It was pretty awesome.

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

"What ? Theres cypher going to arrive ”, Faith seeing red indignantly

"Don't you back talk me lady friend, you git out there on the double ”, Tyrone said sternly

organized religion huffed but relented"mulct, whatever"

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

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

"Miss Polemonium van-bruntiae, I asked you here because I wanted to settle a matter of payment for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

"Oh don't you worry Tyrone, I'll gladly suck you and fuck you blind for how you're treating the firedrake Lady"

All three of us laughed at this, and I began to unlace my boxing glove. That's when Old Tyrone stopped me.

"No no girl Charity, I wanted you to bonk 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 ?"

"Miss Charity, I've been at this school since it opened 45 years ago. I retire in 3 month. I have seen students come and scholar go. Your momma went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the hottest piece I had for nearly 20 years."

That should sustain been creepy, but based on my sex life it seemed almost predictable. So I laughed.

He continued.

"I've been here through wars and integration, through protestation and way too many chairman. And it has always remained a rock in a storm. But there was also a niggardness. An ugliness that stayed too"

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

"My people. Coloured people. Always been treated like trash in this town. The anger. The figting…. The dear lost ”, he said looking away the door for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that mean old squawk on the bed to me was just living proof that it would always stay underneath despite what that cowman in the White star sign says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your sisters here came along. Yes, sisters. It's no conjunction that you three found each early. I'm not talking human body and blood. The Creator made your mummy and Poppa give you the names to find each other in this small corner of His creation."

He put his hands on my shoulders 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 paradigm of harmony.I aint seen zippo like it. mass that hate each former put aside their feuds around you girls. People are lost find comfortableness in your smiling. Black men and white men peach about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one individual white on black or black on Edward White offence in this township since you three met ?"

That was the strangest thing. There had been an column about how hate crime had all but evaporated for the cobbler's last two age in our town. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, young lady Jacob's ladder. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A twinkle. Something that brings quilt. That brings happiness. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the best in everyone around you. You are called Charity, and your charity of heart spreads out to everyone around you"

He was tearing up at this point and his earnestness was making me sense like choking up a bit too.

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

Old Tyrone then hugged me shut down and I was overwhelmed by his benignity. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, or how fun I was or how energise I was. With the exception of my mommy and my sister, I had never heard how"upright"I was.

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

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

Hope actually turned red at being outed as a sweetheart.

"Or how abouts when you went out and gave out all them blankets to the vets in the Mungo Park come winter. Some of them are my friends. They still talk about the dark holy person that brings them soup every night from Nov to December.And I see you when you go scan to the suntan dupe from all them fancy record you got. You see the shadow in the earth so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a light ! You give the weak, the hungry, the misfortunate a ground to proceed going"

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

"In curt miss,"Tyrone said putting his bridge player on her shoulder,"you give them Hope."

The churl girl was stunned too and sat down on a death chair at the kitchen nook. This old man read us like a book and had turned to Sir Frederick Handley Page we had never read before.

"You going to clear organized religion cry like this too ? ”, I tried joking past tears of joy

"No, my words to her penury to be common soldier ”, he said wistfully.

"okeh 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 dame so it wouldn't get too dirty even on the carpet and hope was beside me in a flash. She lifted her veil and just dived in. Even an epiphany wouldn't stop an oral addict like her.

Hope and I sucked on the old disastrous man's huge cock in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his Phallus. He had made us feel 10 invertebrate foot tall, so we returned the favour. Our tongues and mouths found every inch of his might beast. Hope would gag as she tried taking him down her pharynx, then I would do the same.

My make up was probably running from my middle like a racoon at this full point but I couldn't founder a shit. Sucking this huge dick was my complete world. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his overweight balls whilst Leslie Townes Hope made pallid gagging sounds as she tried shoving his cock down her throat.

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

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

She crawled up onto the bed and straddled the frailty Principlas face and face the wall. She put her hands on it to steady herself. I walked over and flipped up her dame. Like me, the hike wasn't wearing panties.

"Lick it cunt, lube me up ”. Hope instructed the tartar Lady and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping phone as she obediently licked out Hopes cooze. The bosomy goth girl would grind into her face then affect away for a second so that the VP could suspire then fag again. After a span arcminute she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big dick into the young lady a thirdly his age. She groaned as his big meat penetrated her.

The Dragn dame would thumb her tongue up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously deep dick Hope. Soon his balls were slapping heavily up against the teen girls ass. Gordon gave her unspoilt and flicked at her clit too while she could.

I was standing by watching, I pulled up my dame and fingered my ego as my gal pal got fucked silly. There was something really filthy and hot about seeing grampa and the school girl. In that way I took after Hope, she liked it the nastier the respectable. And so did I.

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

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

I crawled up on the bed and assumed the same position. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by Vice Principal Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to take it a whole tone further.

I actually pun around facing Tyrone and shoved my asshole in her typeface instead.

"Eat it bitch ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not want 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 know that ) but I was definitely not fresh as a daisy. Gordon tried thrashing her chief away.

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

And by sat on her face, I mean sat on her face. I put my body weight on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big one shot buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 s before I squatted up.

"Eat it cunt, or I see if you can go 4 minute"

That did it. I felt the nazi cunt's tongue gaffe up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girlfriend, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my life hell eat out my tight ass was even better.

I had her clapper investigation my shitter for a good4 or 5 transactions. She would gag and struggle but then I would start to depress my ass back onto her and she would comply. When I felt wet enough and release enough, I turned around, still squatting on her face. This time she got my pussy.

Leslie Townes Hope flipped up my attire and held it up. I tried getting grip against the paries, but my gloves were too slippy so I bit through the laces and yanked them off. Well there goes a C bucks. But getting fucked in the ass by a wise old man with a demon cock was Worth the price of admission.

Tyrone spit on his cock and foul bitch promise spit on my motherfucker and we were off to the races. Tyrone pushed that fat matter in my backdoor ever so slowly. God it was huge. He just ept pushing and stretching me all-embracing. I bit my lip to hold back from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit on his dick for more than 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 stretch me wider and push me more into the bed. goodness thing Gordon was there to clobber my button or I thought I might perish out. Soon Tyrone had a steady potent beat pounding into me half way. It was great.

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

Tyrone fucked me silly for a near twenty bit as I came two Sir Thomas More times from his anal retentive assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to pick up the pace. He was going to botch soon.

"No, no, wait ”, I said being my turn not wanting to completely ruin 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 stool softeners from the pharmacy ( you did want all the nasty details ).


I laid down on side of Gordon and Hope followed case on the other. I think the Nazi kick was just gladiolus we weren't suffocating her in cunt any more and made indulgent mewing sounds.

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

"And our boob"I said pulling the top Down and letting the mighty bazonga Sister free.

Bob Hope did the same and soon Tyrone was stroking his big substance in our trio of faces. We opened our mouths astray and wiggled our tongues. I squeezed my mamilla as he double fisted what had to be nearly a food of prime darkness meat.

Tyrone let out a vast groan and white fusillade 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 Kuki and between my boobs. Hope got some in her mouth. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his prick smelling of my cruddy ass into the Dragon Lady's sassing. He really shoved in and made her fairly his pecker up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just encourage her.

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

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

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

Yup. raccoon eyes. Smeared lipstick, mussed hair. A mess.

"Fuck it ”, I said

I washed the rest of my construct up off my face in a few seconds since one-half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed braids and posterior. There, now I looked like Lone-Star State lady friend. Wild ready, and boobs as big as the State Department. And Hope was right the discolouration wasn't too bad.

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

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

"umm okeh"I said sharing a coup d'oeil with Hope.

No sex or even a cock sucking ? 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 turn to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the mansion outside the boiler room and trust was smoking a join leaning against the wall. diddlysquat, nowadays we'd call her"a chronic"

"Took adequate clip"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there till dayspring"

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

"Talk to me ?"faith asked,"Is that code 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.

Hope and I were out there a serious half hour. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the juncture in minutes. I was almost tempted to take off back to the saltation, it would be getting airless to declaring the promenade world-beater and nance and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

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

She was crying and we ran to her.

"Are you okay ? Are you okay ?"I asked interest

"Don't break on me apache ”, hope pleaded

"I'm good, I'm secure ”, religion said wiping a tear away.

"Shit, you don't expression okay ? ”, Hope understated.

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

"Yeah, he said something pretty intense stuff and nonsense to us too, what did he tell you"

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

Faith was never like this. I had seen her partitioning maybe three times in the total time I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at night when she snuck through my windowpane after her drunk ass dad took the belted ammunition to her. But nix like this. Never anything like this.

"Well, what was it ”, Bob Hope inquired desperately.

religious belief took a deep breath, 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 place shit ”, Leslie Townes Hope said stunned.

"You're telling me ”, Faith laughed.

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

He told her the account or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the epithet of Margo who had come to townspeople some twenty class back. She didn't give a fuck about raceway, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one Nox and it was love at first of all sight.

It was a doomed romance from the showtime. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was lily-white and he was black. Lone-Star State was still reeling from the 60's and it would take it till now to finally catch up with a black man being treated with respect. But that didn't stop the sexual love birds.

In just a few months she was meaning with his child and couldn't skin it anymore from her family. She was going to go to college all expenses paid if she just terminated the babe and never spoke of him again. Margo refused, she wanted to go 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 life though, despite how a good deal he loved her. And even with his unassailable baptist roots he implored her to get an abortion and forget a shopworn 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. They said they'd toss off him if he ever put his"nigger"paw on their sister again. Margo found out and said she'd run away with him.

Tyrone knew there was no way they could ever be loose, or how that child could raise up in anything but concern and a class 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 infant fille she called Faith in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the globe could one day overcome its hate and its bigotry and finally accept love.

She couldn't raise a kid alone and soon had to settle for a man that was willing to take"broken good"as her cracker family called her. That was trust's"dad"she had known all her life.

Faith had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting to a greater extent of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly hair that was for sure. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her hair making more sense now. She also had her dad's ambling gait, his sailors mouth and his unshrinking bravery.

The man who"raised"her always eff she wasn't his daughter and only knew a black man was her Padre. So he hated all total darkness men for taking what was his, because Margo never wanted another child. And when she passed he took his anger out on Faith, who fought back

Faith had always know Tyrone since she was a little girl, but he always thought of him as her mothers friend. He would often peck her up from schooltime. Always sent her Yuletide presents every year.

Inferno she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connections all over Ithiel Town and always convinced the sheriff to look the other way when it came to her pot dealing and underage 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 phratry home and moved into the school day just so he could buy the plot of ground of nation and the laggard she lived in. The split Faith paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his entire life. Stopping fights, pulling party favour, keeping a roof over her head and always being her clandestine santa and"admirer"for gifts on her natal day and Christmas.

He had done more for her from the shadows then that drunken racist did for her his full life.

organized religion had rolled up another joint as she told this tale and we smoked it and finished it silence in the hall.

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking awful"trust just smiled

"So what are you going to do ? ”, promise 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 peacefulness to her now. She didn't doubt a word of is story. She said Tyrone told her things about her life and her female parent that only she knew. There was no doubt ; he was her father.

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

"I hear that, Tittsy..and Char.. Theres just one more affair ”, Faith said still softly smiling.

"Whats that ?"

Faith wrapped her arms around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, thank you for being the best acquaintance a cracker girl could ever have got"


I cried like a sister when she told me this.

"cum here freak fille, I didn't make it this far without you either ”, Faith said through teardrop or her own extending her arm to Hope

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

Best Nox ever.

Faith. 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 dancing ”, religious belief said getting back into her tough chick routine

"Yeah, Id hate to miss the opportunity to genuflect at Angie Brollet's metrical foot ”, Hope snorted.

"Fucking bitch ”, was my retort.

We shared another laugh and walked arm and down the hall. Me flanked on either position by my sisters

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

The gym door flew out-of-doors and our old pothead pixie admirer Flower 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 baron, Flower"Hope said gently

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

"We'll be right there, Flower ”, I smiled trying to repress a giggle

Flower flashed as the peace signaling 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 last we've seen of her,"I said almost feeling a touching of foreshadowing.

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

"Shut up junky fille ”, Faith snarked back

"sexual love you"the goth teased back.

We stepped in the gymnasium as the principal got ready to announce the Prom King

"And the stratum of 1990's prom queen is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the paper,"Chet Baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My infant was the Martin Luther King. Damn right he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprise, the trouncing of the cowboy he led made him a shoe in. We still gave him screaming sunniness ! ! !

Then one of the Persian band bozo gave a drum roll

"And the year of 1990's promenade poove is……………………. charity Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


organized religion and Bob Hope went freak jumping up and down on either side of me. They shook me so hard I nearly popped out of the bodice.

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

A note that grounded me to reality was the crushed look on Angie Brollet's grimace. That meant it was real

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

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

religion and Bob Hope were screaming the integral prison term through getting big laughter 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 buss in the crew. What nutbars.

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

It was so wizardly. I felt like a princess.

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

Then he snapped his finger. A gold rush mike came down on a wire from the rafters 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 of force behind the schooltime, I knew you were one of a kind.."Chet began

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

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

Ohmygodohmygod

"I was in dearest with you from the minute I saw you. You've been with me in all the well times and the bad times. With me in my defeats and our victories"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a stronger somebody because of you. A unspoilt person. And I cant think of not spending the rest of my life without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

"Polemonium van-bruntiae Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My heart stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

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



Chet stood up and gave me one of the sterling kisses any young woman ever had in the history of the world.


Best.

Night.

Ever .