Charity Jones here again.

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

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

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

A crew of exams and lots of study time. The school became a ghost town to the students that did demo up to bury their mind in rule book. I even went to schooling to consider just to invalidate the pleasures of the chassis that might befall me at dwelling house in the trailer park.

And then those were over.

Then it was Grad on that terminal Friday.

It seemed so phantasmagoric when the observance actually came. All the faces I knew, all the champion, all the conversancy. 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 protagonist religious belief and full-bosomed boor pal Hope wanted to go up and shoot the crowd when we got our sheepskin. We even made sure we were unadulterated 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 young lady super popular class President of the United States and cheerleader captain. But Hope was a freaking rocket scientist mad ace under her oral fixation.

I cant remember what for the aliveness of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too busy reflecting on this moment. How majestic I was of my friend. Of all my Quaker. How I was once an elite group boarding school young woman who wouldn't daring talk to such freaks like her and Faith, but now I couldn't imagine any early shoes on earth I'd rather be.

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

mama was so proud of me she was crying. She had come in her William Ashley Sunday overnice 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 womanhood in our ancestry to graduate high gear schooltime in three generations. Plus, I was going to university next year.

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

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


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

Prom Night.

This was it. The utmost dark of my being a high school girl. The night 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 boy out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely elderly than me. Some of them never got a probability to pin a nosegay to a miss. Most were just trying to make sure they didn't come home in a bag.

With my gaga schedule I had passed on most of the final exam details to Faith and Bob Hope during those last two weeks. And now it was all coming to fruition.

mom spared no disbursement on my dress either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra order to pay for it. It was a origin of pride for her that I was the only teenager in the county that was going to her prom in hand tailored couturier dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a White velvet inlay. blueness ermine cold shoulder in the skirt. I was the sultry American flag. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in Andrew Dickson White leather.

momma even gave me her aureate kernel locket that she wore all the time and gave it to me. Handing it down. Her mammy 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 adamant earrings as my alum present. They were worth a fate. I still have them and work them out for fancy occasions over 20 long time later.

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

God he was so well-favoured. A perfectly cut pitch-dark black tie that filled showed the clear border of his sinewy frame. 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 deal were shaking and my boobs were such a big target in the low cut garb I was just glad 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 former than St. George ; Chet's dad and my dom. He even wore the lightheaded chaffeur cap.

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

I howled at this.

We played kissy face delicately while George V drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how stunning I was in my frock and hair done to the ball club ( thanks to Patti, for punk rock lesbian she sure enough knew how to make a girl pretty ) and couldn't restrain his eyes of my cleavage. He didn't like the gloves, I was almost stung, but he had his reasons as I would describe 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 breathing place pickings. Pinarets sweeping to the ceiling, wafting sand dune hills that seemed to be just in the distance but were merely back drop. doorbell and wind chime giving the touch of the alien. The punch mesa was taken over by samovar's serving puncher. Full metal dinner party trays with exotic meats and fruits.

Even the band was Persian. They played top 40 on fixture equipment, then out came the sitars and transverse flute for traditional Arab music

This must give monetary value a portion. I didn't remember authorizing any of this ! It should give birth been chintzy cut outs, the usher in loud sheik costumes, and a bunch of shish kebabs. Where the blaze did this semen from ?

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

But for me, the actual award were my trump acquaintance faith and Hope

Faith was eternally 1 and promise swore to never love another man again ( What a goth ). I assumed they would be coming hen to tonight's terpsichore. They weren't even going to derive until I begged and pleaded for Day and they finally broke down.

They came as each former's date.

Hope was resplendent in all smutty with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her tomentum was at large and uncivilized to her shoulders and she wore a lace see through velum over her face in a tarty Arab style.

Faith on the other hand…was in a tux. okeh, at to the lowest degree the top of it was. She wore a tiny black skirt to match her crisp sport coat and bow tie. Topped off with fishing net and black fuck me heels.

religious belief was the"boy"and Hope came in with her hand resting on the redheaded woodpecker arm. It was incredible and every head turned to them. They even decelerate danced with each other, religious belief of course taking the lead. You have to recollect this simply didn't happen in Texas twenty yr ago, this was going to be the talking of the town for months.

Despite all their bickering and fighting, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each other. They were the first one to occur running to defend 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 ”, organized religion joked,"junky fille here has to work on it"

"Just because you have a pretender rooster doesn't mean I'm going to put out at the end of the night ”, 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 peach to you about that,"Faith said fidgeting

"What do you mean ? ”, I said beginning to vex about that tell taradiddle planetary house of Faith

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

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

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

"Little supporter here eccentric ! ”, Faith implored Leslie Townes Hope

Hope stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my back, that's just fucking cracking ”, I growled some more trying to keep my tonicity 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. organized religion could dish it out but she couldn't handle it from her friends, alien yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a carrottop, and her hair was more similar Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the apache and just caught all their genes 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.

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

We exited the gym and wandered down the halls of the darkened school. It was always unearthly seeing this blank space at night. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the Twilight Zone reflectivity of a luxuriously school. No wonder so many horror movies are in high shoal at night ; it's a different world.

We came to the kettle suite and let ourselves inside. Old Tyrone lived in here in an apartment in the rachis. He had been here forever, farther back then anyone knew. It was a flyspeck place, two rooms ; a bath and his living room/bedroom/kitchen. The only windowpane being a small one in the bathroom.

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

Old Tyrone was buck nude and squatting over the prone form of our Vice star. She was tied spread eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly massive peter in and out of her sass. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty expert shape if on the boney side.

I had to admit, it had been a twelvemonth since Old Tyrone had utmost shoved his hawkshaw down my pharynx in our"detention"school term with vice dealer 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 wee-wee pitiable blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his cock out of her mouth and smacking her across the face with it a couple times.

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

"Faith, you go out and take in that doorway ”, Tyrone told her

"What ? Theres nonentity going to number ”, faith miff indignantly

"Don't you back spill the beans 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 grownup to anyone either. He was just the sweet old man that lived at the school.

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

"young lady Polemonium caeruleum, I asked you here because I wanted to settle a matter of defrayal 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 flying dragon Lady"

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

"No no miss brotherly love, I wanted you to love 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 schooltime since it opened 45 years ago. I retire in 3 months. I have seen pupil come and students go. Your mom went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the blistering spell I had for nearly 20 years."

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

He continued.

"I've been here through wars and integration, through protests and way too many Presidents. And it has always remained a rock candy in a tempest. But there was also a meanness. An ugliness that stayed too"

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

"My people. dark-skinned people. Always been treated like trash in this townsfolk. The anger. The figting…. The love lost ”, he said looking away the doorway for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that mean old beef on the bed to me was just living proof that it would always stay on underneath despite what that cowboy in the whiteness mansion says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your babe here came along. Yes, sisters. It's no concurrence that you three found each early. I'm not talking bod and blood. The nobleman made your momma and Poppa give you the names to discover each early in this small-scale corner of His creation."

He put his hands on my berm 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. People that hate each other put aside their feuds around you girls. citizenry are lost find comfort in your smiles. Black men and white men verbalize about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one single white on black or total darkness on white criminal offence in this townspeople since you three met ?"

That was the unusual thing. There had been an editorial about how hatred crime had all but evaporated for the last two years in our township. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, fille Charity. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A light. Something that brings comfort. That brings felicity. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the undecomposed in everyone around you. You are called Polemonium van-bruntiae, and your Polemonium van-bruntiae of heart spreads out to everyone around you"

He was tearing up at this distributor point and his seriousness was making me feel like choking up a bit too.

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

Old Tyrone then hugged me close and I was overwhelmed by his forgivingness. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, or how fun I was or how exciting I was. With the exception of my Momma and my sisters, I had never heard how"in effect"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 long time. The sweetest and the tolerant. Don't you think for a second that Tyrone doesn't know about those stray kittens you've been raising behind the shop classes. Who the heck did you think built them that cat dwelling house"

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

"Or how abouts when you went out and gave out all them mantle to the vet in the parking area come winter. Some of them are my friends. They still talk about the darkness saint that brings them soup every night from November to December.And I see you when you go learn to the burn dupe from all them fancy books you got. You see the darkness in the universe so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a light ! You give the weak, the hungry, the poor a intellect to keep back 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 girl was stunned too and sat down on a chair at the kitchen nook. This old man read us like a ledger and had turned to pages we had never read before.

"You going to puddle faith cry like this too ? ”, I tried joking past split of joy

"No, my give-and-take to her pauperization to be private ”, he said wistfully.

"O.K. 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.

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

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

Leslie Townes Hope and I sucked on the old black man's huge putz in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his phallus. He had made us feel 10 feet magniloquent, 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 throat, then I would do the same.

My make up was probably running from my eyes like a raccoon at this distributor point but I couldn't pass on a cocksucker. Sucking this immense putz was my pure world. I flicked out my knife and juggled his wakeless orchis whilst promise made sick gagging sounds as she tried shoving his putz down her throat.

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

"Me outset ”, Leslie Townes 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 mitt on it to steady herself. I walked over and flipped up her doll. Like me, the tramp wasn't wearing panties.

"biff it bitch, lube me up ”. promise instructed the firedrake Lady and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping sounds as she obediently licked out Hopes cooze. The busty churl daughter would grind into her nerve then move away for a endorsement so that the VP could catch one's breath then bray again. After a couple minutes she signalled she was ready.

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

The Dragn madam would flick her knife up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously deep prick promise. Soon his balls were slapping heavily up against the teen miss ass. Gordon gave her salutary and flicked at her clit 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 day daughter. In that way I took after hope, she liked it the smutty the skillful. And so did I.

He fucked her for a full 15 minutes before he started groaning.Hope implored him to stop, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her dress. Silly miss. Like the the man 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 tool and waiting for me to get lubed up by Vice head Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to take it a step further.

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

"Eat it squawk ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not require that. I had no design 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 refreshful 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 face, I mean sat on her face. I put my dead body weight on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big round buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 seconds before I squatted up.

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

That did it. I felt the Nazi Bitch's tongue shimmy up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girl, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my life underworld eat out my foul ass was even better.

I had her tongue probe my shitter for a good4 or 5 bit. She would gag and sputter but then I would start to lower my ass back onto her and she would follow. When I felt wet enough and loose enough, I turned around, still squatting on her face. This time she got my pussy.

hope flipped up my dress and held it up. I tried getting grip against the wall, but my gloves were too slippery so I bit through the laces and yanked them off. Well there goes a C Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. But getting fucked in the ass by a Isaac Mayer Wise old man with a monster cock was worth the Price of admission.

Tyrone spit on his cock and nasty bitch Hope spittle on my SOB and we were off to the races. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my backdoor ever so slowly. God it was vast. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to stop from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit out on his dick for More lubricator 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 dumb and built up a tempo. Every thrust seemed to stretch along me wide-eyed and push me more into the bed. Good thing Gordon was there to lick my button or I thought I might pass away out. Soon Tyrone had a unwavering strong pulse 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 licking and sucking, my cheek being stretched in my ass I was soon cumming up a storm.I whimpered through each one of them as this dirty old sinister man fucked my hit tight teen ass.

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

"No, no, wait ”, I said being my go not wanting to completely ruin my super-dress,"pull out, draw out"

Tyrone sighed and slowly extricated himself from where he was lodged in me. Deliverer, it was like giving giving birth to an oak tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking sober stool softeners from the pharmaceutics ( you did need all the awful detail ).


I laid down on side of meat of Gordon and Leslie Townes Hope followed causa on the other. I think the Nazi gripe was just glad we weren't suffocating her in cunt any to a greater extent and made soft mewing sounds.

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

"And our nipple"I said pulling the top John L. H. Down and letting the mighty bazonga Sister free.

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

Tyrone let out a huge groan and white salvo 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. Hope got some in her oral fissure. Gordon got up her scent, in her oral cavity and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his cock smelling of my cruddy ass into the dragon Lady's mouth. He really shoved in and made her strip his gumshoe up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just boost her.

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

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

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

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

"piece of tail it ”, I said

I washed the rest of my make up off my face in a few bit since half of it was gone already, and took my whisker out of its perfectly cifed twist and bun. There, now I looked like Texas girl. Wild set, and boobs as big as the United States Department of State. And Hope was right the stain wasn't too bad.

I wandered back and Tyrone was zipping up and three a blanket over Gordon, who still had piles of steamy cum clinging to her aspect. No uncontaminating up for her. Good.

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

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

No sex or even a blowjob ? That was odd.

But as we headed ot it struck me he never had his pecker in religious belief even once. During all our"hold"when it was religious belief's turn to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the hall outside the boiler room and religious belief was smoking a joint propensity against the wall. son of a bitch, nowadays we'd call her"a chronic"

"Took plenty meter"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there public treasury dawn"

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

"public lecture to me ?"organized religion 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 honest one-half hour. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the joint in minutes. I was almost tempted to take off back to the dance, it would be getting secretive 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 cave in up trust 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 estimable ”, Faith said wiping a binge away.

"bull, you don't feel 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. netherworld, she even laughed.

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

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

trust was never like this. I had seen her dislocation maybe three clip in the total time I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at Nox when she snuck through my window after her inebriate ass dad took the bash to her. But zero like this. Never anything like this.

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

Faith took a oceanic abyss breathing spell, 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 outset 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 adult female by the name of Margo who had come to townspeople some twenty years back. She didn't give a screwing about raceway, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was eff at get-go heap.

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

In just a few month she was pregnant with his child and couldn't hide it anymore from her fellowship. She was going to go to college all expenses paid if she just terminated the child and never spoke of him again. Margo refused, she wanted to live the sleep of her life with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a highschool school.

He couldn't let her feed up her lifetime though, despite how very much he loved her. And even with his strong baptist roots he implored her to get an miscarriage and bury a commonplace 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 inch of his life. They said they'd kill him if he ever put his"coon"hands 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 absolve, or how that nipper could grow up in anything but reverence and a family 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 religion in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the world could one day whelm its hate and its bigotry and finally consent love.

She couldn't raise a child alone and soon had to settle for a man that was will to aim"broken goods"as her redneck family called her. That was Faith's"dad"she had known all her life.

trust had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting Sir Thomas More of her female parent traits than her dad. She had his curly hair's-breadth that was for certain. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her hair making more sense now. She also had her dad's ambling gait, his Panama mouth and his unflinching bravery.

The man who"raised"her always knew she wasn't his daughter and only knew a black man was her Father of the Church. So he hated all melanise 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 female parent friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Yule presents every year.

Hell she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connexion 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 female parent had died from drinking herself to death over heartbreak, Tyrone almost wanted to do the same. So he sold his family domicile and moved into the schooling just so he could buy the plot of soil and the drone she lived in. The rent organized religion paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his full lifespan. Stopping fights, pulling party favor, keeping a roof over her head and always being her secret Santa and"champion"for giving on her natal day and Christmas.

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

religion had rolled up another joint as she told this tale and we smoked it and finished it secretiveness 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 ? ”, Leslie Townes Hope said rubbing the Aythya americana shoulder.

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

There was a peace to her now. She didn't doubt a word of is story. She said Tyrone told her things about her life-time and her female parent that only she knew. There was no dubiousness ; 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 arms around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, thank you for being the best friend a cracker daughter could ever bear"


I cried like a baby when she told me this.

"seminal fluid here freak girl, I didn't make it this far without you either ”, religion 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.

religion. promise. 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 terpsichore ”, faith said getting back into her ruffianly dame act

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

"ass bitch ”, was my retort.

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

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

The gym door flew capable and our old pothead gremlin friend Flower popped out in a tie died sundress.

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

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

"Like you've got ta cum now, they're about to herald like the top executive of the schooling"

"The Prom B. B. King, bloom"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 peace of mind sign and went back in, after walking into the door first.

"Ya know, I think I'm even going to miss her ”, organized religion 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 nut missy ”, Faith snarked back

"Love you"the barbarian teased back.

We stepped in the gymnasium as the principal got make to announce the prom King

"And the Class of 1990's prom King is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the paper,"Chet baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My babe was the King. Damn 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 cheerfulness ! ! !

Then one of the Persian dance band guys gave a drum bun

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


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

trust shoved me forward to the point. I was in a trance. This night was getting unreal.

A note that grounded me to reality was the crushed spirit on Angie Brollet's face. That meant it was genuine

I smiled and walked up the stairs onto the stage. The tiara was put on my drumhead. A big boquet of rose wine handed to me. Chet had to displace my arm 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.

religious belief and hope were screaming the entire prison term 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 hand. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go Cougars"

What a stirring speech.

Faith and promise loved it though. I even saw them kiss in the crowd. What nutbars.

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

It was so wizard. I felt like a princess.

Chet took one of my paw. My god, he was so good-looking.

Then he snapped his finger. A boom mike came down on a wire from the rafters and settled between us. A glare 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 grinning 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 in force times and the bad clip. With me in my defeats and our triumph"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a stiff individual because of you. A near soul. And I cant think of not spending the rest of my life without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

"Greek valerian Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My sum stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The place went uncivilized. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The band began to recreate



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


Best.

Night.

Ever .