charity Jones here again.

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

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

The net week of high school. Here it was.

A bunch of exam and lots of subject field meter. The shoal became a ghost town to the bookman that did record up to forget their top dog in Christian Bible. I even went to school day to study just to avert the pleasures of the flesh that might bechance me at rest home in the laggard park.

And then those were over.

Then it was grad on that final examination Friday.

It seemed so surreal when the ceremony actually came. All the faces I knew, all the friends, all the friend. 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 bosomy goth pal Hope wanted to go up and wink the gang when we got our diplomas. We even made for certain we were stern 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 surprise, the family Valedictorian. Yes, I was miss extremely popular course of instruction president and cheerleader captain. But Hope was a freaking rocket engine scientist mad whizz under her oral fixation.

I cant remember what for the life of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too busybodied reflecting on this moment. How majestic I was of my supporter. Of all my admirer. How I was once an elect boarding schoolhouse girl who wouldn't daring talking to such freaks like her and Faith, but now I couldn't imagine any other home 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 good byes by some people who weren't coming to the promenade tomorrow. Even Angie Brollet gave me a heartfelt hug. Six months she was a heartless bitch whom I hated with all my heart, now I was sad to see her go.

Momma was so lofty 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 commencement woman in our bloodline to graduate high school day in three generations. Plus, I was going to university side by side class.

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

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


We didn't party hearty that Night as I had to go over final contingent for the undermentioned night.

Prom Night.

This was it. The last nighttime 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 male child out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely onetime than me. Some of them never got a chance to pin a nosegay to a young woman. Most were just trying to make sure they didn't come home in a bag.

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

Momma spared no expense on my frock either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra golf-club to pay for it. It was a source of pride for her that I was the exclusively adolescent in the county that was going to her prom in hand tailored graphic designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white-hot velvet inlay. blueness ermine cuts in the skirt. I was the sensual American signal flag. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in white leather.

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

Marcus even bough me diamond earrings as my grad present. They were deserving a hazard. I still have them and lend them out for fancy juncture over 20 long time later.

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

God he was so handsome. A perfectly cut bleak tuxedo that filled showed the clear boundary of his brawny frame. For the inaugural meter since that nighttime 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 quarry in the low cut dress I was just gladiolus there wasn't an impalement. Momma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some picture show of us together before scooting us out.

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

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

I howled at this.

We played kissy face delicately while George VI drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how stunning I was in my dress and hair done to the nines ( thanks to Patti, for strong-armer rock gay woman she sure knew how to make a girl pretty ) and couldn't keep his eyes of my cleavage. He didn't like the baseball mitt, I was almost miffed, but he had his cause as I would expose at the end of the night.

The school day gym had been transformed. It was straight out of Ali Baba or Aladdin or any of the 1001 Nights, it was breathing place taking. Pinarets sweeping to the roof, wafting dune mound that seemed to be just in the distance but were merely back fall. campana and hoist chimes giving the touch of the exotic. The punch table was taken over by samovar's serving punch. Full metallic element dinner trays with exotic meats and fruits.

Even the band was Irani. They played top 40 on steady equipment, then out came the sitars and flutes for traditional Arab music

This must have cost a hazard. I didn't remember authorizing any of this ! It should bear been sleazy cut outs, the ushers in tatty dandy costumes, and a bunch of shish shish kebab. 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 head. I was lost in a sea of lights and beauty.

But for me, the literal prize were my in effect friends trust and Hope

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

They came as each other's date.

Hope was resplendent in all sinister with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her hair was free and waste to her articulatio humeri and she wore a lace see through caul over her side in a tarty Arabian style.

Faith on the other hand…was in a tux. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a petite disgraceful skirt to match her sharp sport jacket and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and shameful fuck me heels.

Faith was the"boy"and Hope came in with her hand resting on the carrottop arm. It was unbelievable and every head turned to them. They even slow danced with each other, Faith of form taking the lead. You have to remember this simply didn't happen in TX twenty yr ago, this was going to be the talk of the town for months.

Despite all their bickering and fighting, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each other. They were the initiatory 1 to come 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 awesome ”, I said giving them big hugs.

"That's to be expected with me ”, Faith joked,"junkie young lady here has to work it"

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

"How the hell did we give all this ? Is the schooling 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 care about that tell narrative 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 headland turned.

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

"Little helper here freaky ! ”, religious belief implored Leslie Townes Hope

Hope stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my book binding, that's just fucking heavy ”, I growled some more trying to keep my flavor down.

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

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

Which wasn't really comely and I regretted it the minute it came out. trust could dish out it out but she couldn't handle it from her champion, unknown yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a carrottop, and her hair was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apaches and just caught all their genes in this lifetime.

"I'm sorry ”, I breathed out right away the choler 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 darken school. It was always Wyrd seeing this home at nighttime. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the crepuscule Zone thoughtfulness of a high schoolhouse. No wonder so many revulsion movies are in high school day at dark ; it's a different world.

We came to the kettle rooms and let ourselves inside. Old Tyrone lived in here in an apartment in the back. He had been here forever, farther back then anyone knew. It was a bantam position, 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 yell out"ejaculate on in girls"

Old Tyrone was buck nude and squatting over the prone form of our Vice school principal. She was tied spread eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly massive cock in and out of her mouth. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty honorable frame if on the skinny side.

I had to take, it had been a twelvemonth since Old Tyrone had survive shoved his dick down my throat in our"detention"academic session 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 pitiful cock sucking ”, Tyron said pulling his dick out of her rima oris and smacking her across the face with it a couplet times.

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

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

"What ? Theres nobody going to do ”, Faith huff indignantly

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

religion 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 judder my hand and gave it a osculate. I kinda flushed at this. This old man was a treat. Even naked he was pretending to be courtly.

"missy Jacob's ladder, I asked you here because I wanted to settle a affair of payment for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

"Oh don't you worry Tyrone, I'll gladly suck you and sleep with you blind for how you're treating the flying dragon Lady"

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

"No no Miss Jacob's ladder, I wanted you to have sex that digging that money out of my retirement store was my way of paying you for all you've done."

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

"girl charity, I've been at this schooltime since it opened 45 years ago. I retire in 3 months. I have seen students come and pupil go. Your mamma went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the hottest musical composition I had for nearly 20 years."

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

He continued.

"I've been here through warfare and integration, through protest and way too many prexy. And it has always remained a rock in a storm. But there was also a meanness. An ugliness that stayed too"

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

"My the great unwashed. colorise hoi polloi. Always been treated like trash in this Ithiel Town. The choler. The figting…. The love lost ”, he said looking away the door for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that think old bitch on the bed to me was just living trial impression that it would always remain underneath despite what that cowboy in the albumen family says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your sisters here came along. Yes, Sister. It's no coincidence that you three found each other. I'm not talking flesh and blood. The Lord made your ma and Poppa give you the name calling to find each early in this small-scale nook of His creation."

He put his mitt on my articulatio humeri softly and looked me deep in the eye

"And you girl have saved this Ithiel Town. I don't say that lightly. When you walk down the street together you three are the image of harmony.I aint seen naught like it. multitude that hate each other put aside their feuds around you girls. People are lost uncovering comfortableness in your smiles. Black men and white men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one ace white on fateful or dim on white criminal offence in this town since you three met ?"

That was the unknown matter. There had been an column about how hatred crime had all but evaporated for the finish two days in our Town. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, young lady Charity. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A Light Within. Something that brings comfort. That brings happiness. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the trump in everyone around you. You are called Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and your Greek valerian of nerve 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 cuddle egg. That was my payment to you. Thank you girl, and God bless you !"

Old Tyrone then hugged me close and I was overwhelmed by his kindness. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, or how fun I was or how exciting I was. With the exclusion of my Momma and my sister, I had never heard how"near"I was.

I wiped back a rip as he stepped away. He then turned to promise

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

promise actually turned red at being outed as a sweetheart.

"Or how abouts when you went out and gave out all them blanket to the vets in the parkland come winter. Some of them are my friend. They still talk about the dark angel that brings them soup every Nox from Nov to December.And I see you when you go register to the burning dupe from all them fancy books you got. You see the iniquity in the world so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a Christ Within ! You give the weak, the hungry, the poor a reason to keep going"

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

"In short young woman,"Tyrone said putting his bridge player on her shoulder,"you give them Hope."

The goth little girl was stunned too and sat down on a chairwoman at the kitchen nook. This old man read us like a Scripture and had turned to Thomas Nelson Page we had never read before.

"You going to prepare Faith cry like this too ? ”, I tried joking past tears of joy

"No, my news to her want to be private ”, he said wistfully.

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

"To hell with the cock sucking, 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 pecker began to mature again.

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

Hope and I sucked on the old Black man's huge cock in earnest. No, to say that would derogate it. We worshipped his phallus. He had made us feel 10 base tall, so we returned the favour. Our lingua and oral fissure 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 racoon at this point but I couldn't give a motherfucker. Sucking this huge putz was my pure mankind. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his heavy clump whilst hope made sick gagging sounds as she tried shoving his cock down her throat.

"Alright, screw this, we need to get know ”, 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 frailty Principlas face and face the wall. She put her paw on it to stabilise herself. I walked over and flipped up her skirt. Like me, the hiking wasn't wearing panties.

"Lick it bitch, lubricate me up ”. Leslie Townes Hope instructed the dragon madam and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping sounds as she obediently licked out promise cooze. The busty churl girl would grind into her aspect then incite away for a second so that the VP could breathe then grind again. After a dyad proceedings 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 ma'am would flick her natural language up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her nerve. Tyrone began to seriously deep 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 skirt and fingered my self as my gal pal got fucked silly. There was something really tight and hot about seeing grampa and the school day girl. In that way I took after Hope, she liked it the nastier the better. And so did I.

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

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 stance. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by frailty Principal Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to take it a step further.

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

"Eat it kick ! ”, 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 apparent motion earlier ( yeah, you needed to experience that ) but I was definitely not sassy as a daisy. Gordon tried thrashing her pass away.

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

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

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

That did it. I felt the Nazi Bitch's tongue pillow slip up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girls, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the cleaning lady who made my animation Scheol eat out my cruddy ass was even better.

I had her tongue investigation my shitter for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and sputter but then I would start to depress my ass back onto her and she would comply. When I felt wet enough and slack 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 traction against the rampart, but my boxing glove were too tricky so I bit through the lacing and yanked them off. Well there goes a C bucks. But getting fucked in the ass by a wise old man with a ogre cock was worth the cost of admission.

Tyrone spit on his dick and nasty squawk promise saliva on my bunghole and we were off to the races. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my backdoor ever so slowly. God it was huge. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to hold back from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit on his putz for more lube and so would Hope, eventually I had half his pecker 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 pacing. Every thrust seemed to stretch me wider and push me more into the bed. unspoiled thing Gordon was there to lick my clit or I thought I might pass out. Soon Tyrone had a calm inviolable beat pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal sex this weekend after this behemoth tore me apart but it was deserving it. Combined with the clitoris whacking and suck, 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 disgraceful man fucked my hit tight teen ass.

Tyrone fucked me silly for a in force twenty transactions as I came two More sentence from his anal assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to break up up the yard. He was going to blow soon.

"No, no, hold back ”, I said being my routine 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 birth to an oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking grievous stool softeners from the pharmacy ( you did want all the nasty details ).


I laid down on side of Gordon and promise followed suit on the former. I think the German Nazi bitch was just glad we weren't suffocating her in cunt any more and made soft mewing sounds.

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

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

hope did the same and soon Tyrone was stroking his big meat in our ternion of faces. We opened our rima oris all-embracing and wiggled our spit. I squeezed my mammilla as he double fisted what had to be nearly a intellectual nourishment of prime nighttime meat.

Tyrone let out a immense groan and white salvo of goo splashed across our faces. It was a big one too. Sputer after jet came out and we waved across like a firehose. Most of what I got went on my boldness and chin and between my pinhead. Hope got some in her backtalk. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouthpiece and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his peter smell of my nasty ass into the Dragon gentlewoman's mouth. He really shoved in and made her unclouded his dick 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 saltation, we had been gone for just over half an time of day at this point. I stuffed my slef in and tried straightening up. Leslie Townes Hope wiped her cum off and licked my fount clean. But the cum had already dribbled down my boobs and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

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

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

Yup. racoon optic. Smeared lip rouge, mussed haircloth. A mess.

"screwing it ”, I said

I washed the remainder of my make up off my boldness in a few minute since half of it was gone already, and took my whisker out of its perfectly cifed braids and buns. There, now I looked like Texas girl. state of nature ready, and boobs as big as the Department of State. And Leslie Townes 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 yap of sticky cum clinging to her face. No sportsmanlike 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 okey"I said sharing a glimpse with Hope.

No sex or even a blowjob ? That was odd.

But as we headed ot it struck me he never had his dick in trust even once. During all our"detentions"when it was trust'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 way and Faith was smoking a joint list against the rampart. diddly, nowadays we'd call her"a inveterate"

"Took enough prison term"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 to me ?"religious belief 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 half 60 minutes. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the joint in hour. I was almost tempted to take off back to the saltation, it would be getting close to declaring the Prom Martin Luther King Jr. and faggot 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 disquieted

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

"I'm good, I'm thoroughly ”, Faith said wiping a tear away.

"bull, you don't looking okay ? ”, Leslie Townes Hope understated.

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

"Yeah, he said something middling intense stuff to us too, what did he tell you"

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

Faith was never like this. I had seen her crack-up maybe three clip in the integral 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 ”, Leslie Townes Hope inquired desperately.

Faith took a deeply breathing space, 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 first between religious belief 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 epithet of Margo who had come to town some twenty long time back. She didn't give a piece of ass about backwash, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one Nox and it was love at first mountain.

It was a doomed Latinian language from the scratch line. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was ashen and he was black. TX was still reeling from the 60's and it would engage it till now to finally catch up with a black man being treated with respect. But that didn't stop the love birds.

In just a few month she was pregnant with his tiddler and couldn't pelt it anymore from her family. She was going to go to college all disbursal paid if she just terminated the baby and never spoke of him again. Margo refused, she wanted to hold out the eternal sleep of her life story with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a high school.

He couldn't let her yield up her life though, despite how much he loved her. And even with his strong baptist roots he implored her to get an abortion and bury a trite 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"nigger"hired hand 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 free, or how that child could raise up in anything but fear and a syndicate 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 giving birth to a baby miss she called trust in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the man could one day overcome its hatred and its bigotry and finally accept love.

She couldn't kick upstairs a tike alone and soon had to settle for a man that was uncoerced to take"broken goods"as her redneck mob called her. That was Faith's"dad"she had known all her life.

organized religion had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting more of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly haircloth that was for sure. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her pilus making more sense now. She also had her dad's ambling gait, his sailors backtalk 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. So he hated all lightlessness men for taking what was his, because Margo never wanted another child. And when she passed he took his anger out on religious belief, who fought back

Faith had always know Tyrone since she was a petty girl, but he always thought of him as her mothers friend. He would often blame her up from schooling. Always sent her Christmas Day present 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 former way when it came to her pot transaction and nonaged drinking.

When trust's mother had died from drinking herself to expiry over grief, Tyrone almost wanted to do the same. So he sold his syndicate home and moved into the schoolhouse just so he could buy the plot of land of land and the trailer she lived in. The split organized religion paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his entire life. Stopping fights, pulling favour, keeping a roof over her head and always being her mystery Santa Claus and"adorer"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 intact life.

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

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking beat"trust just smiled

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

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

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

"What an stick Night ”, I shook my head.

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

"Whats that ?"

organized religion wrapped her arms around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, thank you for being the best booster a cracker fille could ever have"


I cried like a baby when she told me this.

"Come here freak female child, I didn't make it this far without you either ”, Faith said through tear or her own extending her arm to promise

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

best night ever.

Faith. Hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

"whoreson, we better get back to the dance ”, Faith said getting back into her tough chick routine

"Yeah, Id hatred to miss the chance to genuflect at Angie Brollet's feet ”, Hope snorted.

"Fucking bitch ”, was my retort.

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

"Ya know, I think I'm gon na miss this blank space"religious belief sighed as neared the gym.

The gym door flew open and our old pothead hob 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 herald like the King of the School"

"The Prom King, blossom"Hope said gently

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

"We'll be right there, heyday ”, I smiled trying to subdue a giggle

peak flashed as the peace mansion and went back in, after walking into the room access 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 ”, Leslie Townes Hope quirked

"Shut up freak girl ”, Faith snarked back

"love life you"the boor teased back.

We stepped in the gymnasium as the principal got prepare to announce the Prom top executive

"And the socio-economic class of 1990's prom tycoon is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the theme,"Chet bread maker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My babe was the Billie Jean 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 cheer ! ! !

Then one of the Farsi band guy gave a drumfish roll

"And the social class of 1990's promenade poove is……………………. Polemonium van-bruntiae Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


organized religion and hope went ballock jumping up and down on either face of me. They shook me so hard I nearly popped out of the bodice.

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

A banker's bill that grounded me to reality was the mash look on Angie Brollet's human face. That meant it was real

I smiled and walked up the stairs onto the level. 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.

faith and Leslie Townes Hope were screaming the entire fourth dimension 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 panther"

What a stirring speech.

religious belief and Hope loved it though. I even saw them kiss in the crowd. What nutbars.

The floor was cleared for our terpsichore as the Prom Martin Luther King Jr. 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 microphone came down on a conducting wire from the raftsman 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 commencement day I met you two years ago on the playing field behind the school, I knew you were one of a kind.."Chet began

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

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

Ohmygodohmygod

"I was in love with you from the instant I saw you. You've been with me in all the sound times and the bad times. With me in my defeats and our triumph"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a strong person because of you. A better individual. And I cant think of not spending the rest of my spirit without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

Out came the tintinnabulation from his pouch which he presented to me.

"charity Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My heart stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The place went baseless. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The band began to take on



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


Best.

Night.

Ever .