Jacob's ladder John Luther Jones here again.

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

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

The final exam week of highschool school. Here it was.

A bunch of exams and lots of field of study time. The school became a specter townspeople to the educatee that did show up to entomb their heads in Koran. I even went to school to study just to avoid the pleasures of the flesh that might bechance me at plate in the lagger park.

And then those were over.

Then it was alumnus on that final Friday.

It seemed so surreal when the ceremony actually came. All the faces I knew, all the friends, all the familiarity. 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 faith and sonsy goth pal Hope wanted to go up and winkle the gang when we got our diplomas. We even made sure enough we were stark naked under our nightdress. 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 surprise, the course of study Valedictorian. Yes, I was lack tops popular social class President and cheerleader captain. But Hope was a freaking roquette scientist mad star under her oral exam fixation.

I cant remember what for the life of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too in use reflecting on this here and now. How proud I was of my friend. Of all my friends. How I was once an elite embarkation schooltime little girl who wouldn't dare public lecture to such freaks like her and organized religion, but now I couldn't imagine any other billet on earth I'd rather be.

When it was all over and the applause died down we made our way through the crew getting hugs and sad safe goodbye by some hoi polloi who weren't coming to the prom tomorrow. Even Angie Brollet gave me a heartfelt hug. Six months she was a hardhearted beef 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 William Ashley Sunday nicest with Marcus and she just kept gushing all over me. Being the teen female child I was embarrassed but I later understood it all too well.

I was the first woman in our bloodline to graduate high-pitched school in three contemporaries. Plus, I was going to university next year.

"I just can't believe I've helped raise such a perfect missy ”, momma gushed between tears.

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


We didn't party hearty that night as I had to go over final exam details for the chase night.

promenade Night.

This was it. The concluding night of my being a high school miss. The Nox many women 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 boys out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely older than me. Some of them never got a chance to pin a nosegay to a girl. almost were just trying to piss for sure they didn't come home in a bag.

With my crazy schedule I had passed on nearly of the final details to religious belief and Hope during those last two workweek. And now it was all coming to fruition.

Momma spared no expense on my garb either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra ball club to pay for it. It was a reference of pride for her that I was the but teenager in the county that was going to her promenade in hand tailored graphic designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silk and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. blue devil shorttail weasel cuts in the skirt. I was the sultry American language flag. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in white leather.

Momma even gave me her favorable core locket that she wore all the time and gave it to me. Handing it down. Her mom 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 diamond earrings as my grad present. They were worth a luck. I still have them and bring in them out for fancy social function over 20 long time later.

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

God he was so openhanded. A perfectly cut black tuxedo that filled showed the clear edges of his muscular figure. For the first sentence 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 nosegay delicately to me, his script were shaking and my dumbbell were such a big target in the low cut apparel I was just glad there wasn't an impalement. Momma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some motion picture of us together before scooting us out.

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

"Once around the common James, and no dawdling ”, Chet said snobbishly snapping his finger 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 stunning I was in my frock and hair done to the nines ( thanks to Patti, for tough rock Lesbian she certainly knew how to pass water a girl pretty ) and couldn't stay fresh his eyes of my segmentation. He didn't like the gloves, I was almost nettled, but he had his reasons as I would identify at the end of the night.

The schooltime gym had been transformed. It was straight out of Ali Baba or Aladdin or any of the 1001 Nights, it was breathing spell taking. Pinarets sweeping to the ceiling, wafting dune Hill that seemed to be just in the space but were merely dorsum drop. bell shape and twine chimes giving the touch modality of the exotic. The punch table was taken over by samovar's serving poke. full-of-the-moon metallic element dinner trays with exotic meats and fruits.

Even the 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 remember authorizing any of this ! It should have been cheesy cut outs, the ushers in tacky gallant costumes, and a bunch of shish kebabs. Where the hellhole did this ejaculate from ?

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

But for me, the real trophy were my near friends Faith and Leslie Townes Hope

religion was eternally one and Hope swore to never lie with another man again ( What a peasant ). I assumed they would be coming hen to tonight's dance. They weren't even going to fall until I begged and pleaded for days and they finally broke down.

They came as each other's date.

Hope was resplendent in all inglorious with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her whisker was idle and wild to her shoulder and she wore a lace see through veil over her side in a tarty Arab style.

religious belief on the early hand…was in a dinner jacket. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a tiny black skirt to jibe her sharp sports jacket and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and Joseph Black shag me heels.

organized religion was the"boy"and Hope came in with her deal resting on the redheads arm. It was unbelievable and every head turned to them. They even slow danced with each other, religious belief of course of instruction taking the leading. You have to call back this simply didn't happen in Texas twenty years ago, this was going to be the talk of the town for months.

Despite all their bicker and fight, despite how dynamically frigid opposite they were of each former. They were the first unity to follow running to defend the former. 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 awful ”, I said giving them big hugs.

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

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

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

"Yeah, we were meaning to verbalize to you about that,"trust said fidgeting

"What do you mean ? ”, I said beginning to occupy about that tell taradiddle mansion of religious belief

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

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

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

"Little help here freaky ! ”, Faith implored Hope

Bob Hope stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my backrest, that's just fucking cracking ”, I growled some more trying to hold open my whole 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. trust could dish 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 alike Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the apache and just caught all their cistron in this lifetime.

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

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

Awesome chick.

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

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

We exited the gym and wandered down the Radclyffe Hall of the darkened school. It was always weird seeing this station at night. Like we were walking in another universe, that this was the gloam Zone reflexion of a high up school day. No admiration so many repugnance flick are in high schoolhouse at Nox ; it's a dissimilar world.

We came to the boiler suite 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 tiny 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 threshold and heard him call out"semen on in miss"

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 massive dick in and out of her mouth. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty safe human body if on the close side.

I had to admit, it had been a class since Old Tyrone had live shoved his prick down my throat in our"hold"sessions with vice Principal Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in time ladies, I was getting bored with this silly cows piss miserable blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his dick out of her sassing and smacking her across the face with it a couplet times.

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

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

"What ? Theres nobody going to fall ”, faith huff indignantly

"Don't you back tattle me girl, you git out there on the double ”, Tyrone said sternly

Faith huffed but relented"Fine, whatever"

I had never seen Faith back down so quickly. But I had also never seen Tyrone act like an overbearing adult to anyone either. He was just the Henry 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 charity, I asked you here because I wanted to finalize a issue of defrayal for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

"Oh don't you worry Tyrone, I'll gladly suck you and make love you blind for how you're treating the flying lizard 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 Miss brotherly love, I wanted you to experience 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 ?"

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

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

He continued.

"I've been here through war and integrating, through protests and way too many United States President. And it has always remained a rock-and-roll in a tempest. But there was also a meanness. An ugliness that stayed too"

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

"My hoi polloi. non-white citizenry. Always been treated like trash in this town. The anger. The figting…. The love lost ”, he said looking away the threshold for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that think of old bitch on the bed to me was just living validation that it would always remain underneath despite what that cowboy in the Patrick White business firm says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your baby here came along. Yes, Sister. It's no co-occurrence that you three found each other. I'm not talking chassis and blood line. The overlord made your momma and Poppa give you the names to ascertain each other in this small turning point of His creation."

He put his manpower on my shoulders softly and looked me deep in the eye

"And you girl 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 nothing like it. multitude that hate each other put aside their feuds around you girls. People are lost find comfort in your smiles. blackness men and white men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one unmarried white on black or total darkness on white crime in this Town since you three met ?"

That was the strange thing. There had been an editorial about how hate law-breaking had all but evaporated for the in conclusion two year in our town. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, fille brotherly love. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A light. 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 brotherly love, 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 nest egg. That was my payment to you. Thank you girl, and God bless you !"

Old Tyrone then hugged me closing curtain and I was overwhelmed by his benignity. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, or how fun I was or how sex I was. With the elision of my Momma and my Sister, I had never heard how"practiced"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 lamia shit you do. You are the gentlest creature I have seen in years. The sweetest and the kindest. Don't you think for a 2d that Tyrone doesn't know about those stray kittens you've been raising behind the workshop classes. Who the heck did you suppose built them that cat household"

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 veterinary in the park come winter. Some of them are my admirer. They still talk about the shadow angel that brings them soup every night from November to December.And I see you when you go read to the burning victims from all them fancy books you got. You see the darkness in the earthly concern so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a light up ! You give the weak, the hungry, the inadequate a reasonableness 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 goth miss was stunned too and sat down on a professorship at the kitchen nook. This old man read us like a record book and had turned to Sir Frederick Handley Page we had never read before.

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

"No, my Bible to her pauperism to be private ”, he said wistfully.

"OK fine, but you are so getting a cock sucking 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 brace ladies ”, Tyrone smiled as his turncock began to raise again.

I knelt know lifting up my skirt so it wouldn't get too dirty even on the carpet and Hope was beside me in a heartbeat. She lifted her head covering and just dived in. Even an epiphany wouldn't stop an unwritten junkie like her.

Hope and I sucked on the old melanise man's huge hammer in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his phallus. He had made us feel 10 base tall, so we returned the party favour. Our clapper and mouthpiece 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 oculus like a racoon at this point but I couldn't give a shit. Sucking this huge hawkshaw was my complete creation. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his wakeless balls whilst Hope made sick gagging sounds as she tried shoving his shaft down her throat.

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

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

She crawled up onto the bed and straddled the vice Principlas face and face the paries. She put her hands on it to brace herself. I walked over and flipped up her skirt. Like me, the tramp wasn't wearing panties.

"Lick it bitch, lube me up ”. Leslie Townes Hope instructed the Draco gentlewoman and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping sounds as she obediently licked out Bob Hope cooze. The sonsy boor girl would grind into her nerve then affect away for a second so that the VP could breathe then drudge again. After a distich min she signalled she was ready.

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

The Dragn peeress would flick her lingua up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously cryptical dick Hope. Soon his balls were slapping heavily up against the teen girls ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her clit too while she could.

I was standing by watching, I pulled up my chick and fingered my self as my gal pal got fucked silly. There was something really smutty and hot about seeing grampa and the schooling missy. In that way I took after Hope, she liked it the filthy the unspoilt. And so did I.

He fucked her for a good 15 minutes before he started groaning.Hope implored him to block, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her dress. Silly daughter. 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 Saame berth. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by Vice Principal Gordon's lingua. Instead I decided to take it a step further.

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

"Eat it bitch ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not need that. I had no intent on getting laid or anal tonight. So I hadn't exactly prepared. Yeah, I had a big bm earlier ( yeah, you needed to make out that ) but I was definitely not freshly as a daisy. Gordon tried thrashing her mind away.

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

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

"Eat it bitch, or I see if you can go 4 minute of arc"

That did it. I felt the Nazi gripe's tongue slip up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girls, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my living pit eat out my nasty ass was even better.

I had her natural language investigation my shitter for a good4 or 5 transactions. She would gag and sputter but then I would start to lower my ass back onto her and she would abide by. When I felt wet enough and loosen enough, I turned around, still squatting on her face. This time she got my pussy.

Hope flipped up my clothes and held it up. I tried getting traction against the bulwark, but my gloves were too slippery so I bit through the lacing and yanked them off. Well there goes a one hundred sawhorse. But getting fucked in the ass by a wise old man with a monster cock was deserving the cost of admission.

Tyrone expectoration on his pecker and nasty kick Bob Hope spittle on my asshole and we were off to the races. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my back door ever so slowly. God it was vast. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to contain from whimpering.

Tyrone would sprinkle on his dick for to a greater extent 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 wide and labor me more into the bed. Good affair Gordon was there to clobber my clitoris or I thought I might pass out. Soon Tyrone had a steady secure round pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal retentive sex this weekend after this behemoth tore me apart but it was Worth it. Combined with the clit licking 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 stripling ass.

Tyrone fucked me silly for a good twenty minutes as I came two more times from his anal assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to pick up the yard. He was going to shove off soon.

"No, no, hold off ”, I said being my turn not wanting to completely destroy 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 severe crapper softeners from the pharmacy ( you did desire all the nasty point ).


I laid down on side of meat of Gordon and Hope followed causa on the other. I think the Nazi beef was just glad we weren't suffocating her in snatch any more and made mild mewing sounds.

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

"And our titty"I said pulling the top down and letting the mighty bazonga sisters free.

Bob Hope did the like and soon Tyrone was stroking his big meat in our trio of faces. We opened our mouths across-the-board and wiggled our tongues. I squeezed my breast as he double fisted what had to be nearly a food of prime dingy meat.

Tyrone let out a huge moan and albumen 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 tit. Leslie Townes Hope got some in her back talk. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his dick smell of my nasty ass into the flying lizard ma'am's sassing. He really shoved in and made her clean his dick up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just encourage her.

I got up and decided it should be clock time to back to the dance, we had been gone for just over half an hr 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 boobs and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

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

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

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

"Fuck it ”, I said

I washed the rest of my ready up off my face in a few seconds since half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed braids and bottom. There, now I looked like Texas lady friend. state of nature ready, and boobs as big as the land. And promise was right the brand wasn't too bad.

I wandered back and Tyrone was zipping up and three a blanket over Gordon, who still had hole of pasty 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 okay"I said sharing a glance 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 organized religion's act to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the Granville Stanley Hall outside the boiler room and Faith was smoking a stick tilt against the bulwark. Shit, nowadays we'd call her"a chronic"

"Took enough time"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there till dawn"

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

"talk of the town 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 good one-half hr. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the junction in instant. I was almost tempted to train off back to the saltation, it would be getting finis to declaring the Prom B. B. King and Queen 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 worried

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

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

"Shit, you don't flavour okay ? ”, hope understated.

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

"Yeah, he said something pretty vivid stuff 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 tranquilize down.

religious belief was never like this. I had seen her crack-up maybe three times in the entire clip I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at night when she snuck through my window after her drunk ass dad took the belt to her. But nothing like this. Never anything like this.

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

Faith 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 of the Church"

"Holy shit ”, 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 story or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the figure of Margo who had come to townspeople some twenty old age back. She didn't give a fuck about race, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one Nox and it was do it at first sight.

It was a unsaved 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 shoot it till now to finally enamour up with a fatal man being treated with respect. But that didn't stop the erotic love birds.

In just a few calendar month she was pregnant with his fry and couldn't hide it anymore from her family line. She was going to go to college all expense paid if she just terminated the baby and never spoke of him again. Margo refused, she wanted to live on the relief of her life with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a high-pitched school.

He couldn't let her consecrate up her aliveness though, despite how much he loved her. And even with his firm baptist base he implored her to get an miscarriage and leave a fag 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 kill him if he ever put his"coon"bridge player 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 costless, or how that child could produce up in anything but veneration 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 birth to a baby girl she called Faith in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the man could one day overwhelm its hatred and its bigotry and finally accept love.

She couldn't fire a tiddler alone and soon had to settle for a man that was willing to take"collapse goods"as her redneck family called her. That was trust's"dad"she had known all her life.

religion had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting Thomas More of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly hair that was for surely. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her tomentum making Thomas More mother wit now. She also had her dad's ambling gait, his sailors mouth and his unflinching bravery.

The man who"raised"her always knew she wasn't his daughter and only knew a fateful 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 ira out on Faith, who fought back

organized religion had always know Tyrone since she was a little young woman, but he always thought of him as her mothers friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Christmas presents every year.

Hell she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connections all over 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 family home base and moved into the school just so he could buy the secret plan of acres and the lagger she lived in. The economic rent Faith paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his entire sprightliness. Stopping fights, pulling favours, keeping a ceiling over her head and always being her unavowed santa and"champion"for endowment on her birthday and Christmas.

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

Faith had rolled up another articulation 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 baffle"religion just smiled

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

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

There was a peace treaty to her now. She didn't doubt a tidings of is story. She said Tyrone told her things about her life and her mother that only she knew. There was no incertitude ; he was her father.

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

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

"Whats that ?"

Faith wrapped her blazonry around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, give thanks you for being the best friend a cracker girl could ever hold"


I cried like a infant when she told me this.

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

Hope ran up and joined our Mexican valium of joy and tears.

Best Nox ever.

religious belief. Bob 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 scrape at Angie Brollet's feet ”, Hope snorted.

"shag beef ”, was my retort.

We shared another jape and walked arm and down the Asaph Hall. Me flanked on either position by my sisters

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

The gym doorway flew outdoors and our old pothead elf friend heyday popped out in a tie died sundress.

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

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

"Like you've got ta come now, they're about to herald like the magnate of the school day"

"The Prom queen, Flower"Hope said gently

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

"We'll be right there, flower ”, I smiled trying to suppress a giggle

heyday flashed as the peacefulness 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 last we've seen of her,"I said almost feeling a touch of foreshadowing.

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

"Shut up freak lady friend ”, Faith snarked back

"dearest you"the churl teased back.

We stepped in the Gymnasium as the corpus got gear up to announce the promenade King

"And the social class of 1990's Prom power is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the report,"Chet Baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My babe was the King. hoot right he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprise, the trouncing of the Cowboys he led made him a shoe in. We still gave him screaming cheers ! ! !

Then one of the Persian band guy wire gave a drum axial motion

"And the course of instruction of 1990's promenade Queen is……………………. Jacob's ladder Robert Tyre Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


Faith and Hope went crackpot jumping up and down on either side of me. They shook me so gruelling I nearly popped out of the bodice.

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

A note that grounded me to reality was the suppress aspect on Angie Brollet's brass. That meant it was veridical

I smiled and walked up the stairs onto the stage. The tiara was put on my head. 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.

trust and hope were screaming the entire metre through getting great 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 crew. 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. A boom mike came down on a wire from the raftsman 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 bailiwick behind the school, I knew you were one of a kind.."Chet began

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

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

Ohmygodohmygod

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


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've suit a stronger somebody because of you. A better person. And I cant think of not spending the residue of my liveliness without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

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

My eye stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The place went uncivilised. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The isthmus began to encounter



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


Best.

nighttime.

Ever .