Charity John Paul Jones here again.

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

I'll skip the witty give-and-take and let's finish this.

The final week of eminent school. Here it was.

A bunch of exams and lots of study metre. The schooling became a ghostwriter town to the students that did show up to bury their heads in books. I even went to schooltime to study just to void the pleasure of the flesh that might befall me at home in the house trailer park.

And then those were over.

Then it was alumna on that final Friday.

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

The three of us ; my tomboy unspoiled acquaintance organized religion and busty tyke pal Hope wanted to go up and show off the gang when we got our diplomas. We even made sure enough we were stark naked under our gowns. In the end though, we couldn't do it. We all knew without saying that we had to do this right.

Hope was, to no one's surprise, the socio-economic class valedictory speaker. Yes, I was girl super popular class president and cheerleader captain. But Hope was a freaking rocket scientist mad genius under her viva fixation.

I cant call back what for the life-time of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too busy reflecting on this instant. How proud I was of my friend. Of all my friends. How I was once an elite embarkment school female child who wouldn't daring talk to such monstrosity like her and Faith, but now I couldn't imagine any early billet on earth I'd rather be.

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

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

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

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

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


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

Prom Night.

This was it. The survive Nox of my being a richly school day fille. The night many women never get over, or never break off 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 violent storm. Some of them were barely honest-to-goodness than me. Some of them never got a opportunity to pin a corsage to a girl. nigh were just trying to pee-pee sure they didn't come home in a bag.

With my crazy agenda I had passed on to the highest degree of the final exam details to religion and Leslie Townes Hope during those go two weeks. And now it was all coming to fruition.

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

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. Blue shorttail weasel cuts in the skirt. I was the sensual American flag. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in Andrew Dickson White leather.

mamma even gave me her favourable heart locket that she wore all the metre and gave it to me. Handing it down. Her mama gave it to her when she was of age, and her mummy 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 deserving a fortune. I still have them and bring them out for picture occasions over 20 years later.

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

God he was so handsome. A perfectly cut black tuxedo that filled showed the clear border of his muscular frame. For the first gear time since that night in the car when he became my cuckold I actually wanted to bonk him. But I decided he had to still wait.

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

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

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

I howled at this.

We played kissy face delicately while George I drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how sandbag I was in my frock and hair done to the nine ( thanks to Patti, for punk careen sapphic she sure knew how to realize a girl pretty ) and couldn't observe his middle of my cleavage. He didn't like the boxing glove, I was almost miffed, but he had his reason as I would attain at the end of the night.

The school gym had been transformed. It was straight out of Ali Baba or Aladdin or any of the 1001 Nights, it was breath taking. Pinarets sweeping to the ceiling, wafting dune hills that seemed to be just in the length but were merely back drop. Bells and scent chimes giving the touch of the exotic. The punch mesa was taken over by samovar's serving punch. full phase of the moon alloy dinner party trays with exotic meats and fruits.

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

This must have cost a fortune. I didn't recollect authorizing any of this ! It should feature been cheesy cut outs, the ushers in tacky sheik costumes, and a clustering of shish kebabs. Where the hell did this come from ?

I was quickly the belle of the Lucille 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 real booty were my skilful friends Faith and Bob Hope

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

They came as each former's date.

Hope was resplendent in all black with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her pilus was loose and wild to her articulatio humeri and she wore a lace see through veil over her face in a tarty Arabian style.

faith on the other hand…was in a tux. O.K., at least the top of it was. She wore a tiny dark annulus to match her penetrating sport jacket and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and total darkness fuck me heels.

Faith was the"boy"and promise came in with her hired hand resting on the redheads arm. It was incredible and every top dog turned to them. They even slow danced with each early, Faith of path taking the lead-in. You have to call up this simply didn't happen in Lone-Star State twenty yr ago, this was going to be the talk of the town for months.

Despite all their bickering and fighting, despite how dynamically gelid opposite they were of each other. They were the maiden one to come up 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,"monster missy here has to solve it"

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

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

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

"What do you mean ? ”, I said beginning to worry 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 header turned.

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

"Little assist here outlandish ! ”, organized religion implored Hope

Bob Hope stepped up between us.

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

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

"It's not that bad ”, religious belief tried assuring

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

Which wasn't really just and I regretted it the import it came out. Faith could dish up it out but she couldn't handle it from her booster, alien yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a redhead, and her fuzz was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apaches and just caught all their gene 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 darkened school. It was always weird seeing this position at night. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the Twilight Zone mirror image of a gamey schooling. No marvel so many horror movies are in high schoolhouse at night ; it's a different world.

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

We knocked on the door and heard him call out"seminal fluid on in girlfriend"

Old Tyrone was buck bare and squatting over the prone physical body of our vice Principal. She was tied bed covering eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly massive dick in and out of her back talk. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty good physique if on the skinny side.

I had to hold, it had been a class since Old Tyrone had close shoved his dick down my throat in our"detention"seance with Vice principal sum 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 relieve oneself poor blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his dick out of her mouth and smacking her across the nerve with it a couple times.

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

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

"What ? Theres nobody going to come ”, religious belief miff indignantly

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

Faith huffed but relented"amercement, 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 escape from my script 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 affair of defrayment for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

"Oh don't you worry Tyrone, I'll gladly suck you and have sex you dim for how you're treating the Dragon Lady"

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

"No no misfire Polemonium caeruleum, I wanted you to fuck that digging that money out of my retirement fund was my way of paying you for all you've done."

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

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

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

He continued.

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

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

"My people. colourise multitude. Always been treated like trash in this town. The anger. The figting…. The love life lost ”, he said looking away the threshold for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that bastardly old bitch on the bed to me was just living proof that it would always remain underneath despite what that cowboy in the Theodore Harold White House says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your Sister here came along. Yes, sisters. It's no conjunction that you three found each other. I'm not talking material body and origin. The Lord made your Momma and Poppa give you the names to come up each former in this modest corner of His creation."

He put his script 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 zilch like it. hoi polloi that hate each early put aside their feuds around you girls. People are lost find solace in your smiles. inkiness men and Stanford White men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one unmarried White River on shameful or opprobrious on E. B. White offence in this Town since you three met ?"

That was the strangest thing. There had been an editorial about how hate crime had all but evaporated for the death two old age in our town. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, Miss Polemonium caeruleum. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A luminance. Something that brings ease. That brings happiness. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the upright in everyone around you. You are called Polemonium caeruleum, and your brotherly love of inwardness spreads out to everyone around you"

He was tearing up at this point and his earnestness 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 defrayal to you. give thanks you girl, and God bless you !"

Old Tyrone then hugged me finis 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 mommy and my sisters, I had never heard how"good"I was.

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

"Now you girl, I don't get all this stuff dooey dressin up like a vampire poop you do. You are the gentle tool I have seen in twelvemonth. The sweetest and the kindest. Don't you think for a back that Tyrone doesn't know about those digress kitty you've been raising behind the shop class classes. Who the heck did you think built them that cat place"

Hope actually turned red at being outed as a sweetheart.

"Or how abouts when you went out and gave out all them blankets to the veteran in the park come winter. Some of them are my ally. They still talk about the dark holy person that brings them soup every night from November to December.And I see you when you go read to the burn victims from all them fancy books you got. You see the duskiness in the world so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a light-headed ! You give the infirm, the hungry, the poor a rationality to keep going"

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

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

The peasant missy was stunned too and sat down on a hot seat at the kitchen nook. This old man read us like a book and had turned to pages we had never read before.

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

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

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

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

The three of us laughed at this.

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

I knelt know lifting up my dame so it wouldn't get too dirty even on the carpet and Hope was beside me in a flash. She lifted her 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 prick in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his Phallus. He had made us feel 10 feet grandiloquent, so we returned the party favor. Our lingua and oral fissure found every inch of his might beast. Leslie Townes Hope would gag as she tried taking him down her throat, then I would do the same.

My make up was probably running from my middle like a racoon at this peak but I couldn't give a mother fucker. Sucking this huge dick was my complete creation. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his hard balls whilst Hope made crazy gagging sounds as she tried shoving his dick down her throat.

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

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

She crawled up onto the bed and straddled the frailty Principlas look and face the rampart. She put her hired man on it to steady herself. I walked over and flipped up her skirt. Like me, the tramp wasn't wearing panties.

"Lick it gripe, lubricate me up ”. Hope instructed the Dragon Lady and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping phone as she obediently licked out Leslie Townes Hope cooze. The busty peasant girl would grind into her face then move away for a second so that the VP could breathe then grind again. After a twosome arcminute she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big tool into the daughter a third his age. She groaned as his big nitty-gritty penetrated her.

The Dragn peeress would click her tongue up as Old Tyrone's egg would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously deep dick promise. Soon his testicle were slapping heavily up against the teenage girls ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her clit too while she could.

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

He fucked her for a good 15 transactions before he started groaning.Hope implored him to stop, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her dress. Silly girl. Like the the valet 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 knife. Instead I decided to adopt it a step further.

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

"Eat it bitch ! ”, I commanded her.

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

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

And by sat on her facial expression, I mean sat on her case. I put my physical structure weight on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big circle buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 seconds before I squatted up.

"Eat it squawk, or I see if you can go 4 arcminute"

That did it. I felt the German Nazi cunt's knife case up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by daughter, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my life the pits eat out my nasty ass was even better.

I had her tongue probe my shitter for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and splutter but then I would start to lower my ass back onto her and she would abide by. When I felt wet enough and informal enough, I turned around, still squatting on her aspect. This time she got my pussy.

Bob Hope flipped up my dress and held it up. I tried getting traction against the wall, but my baseball mitt were too slippery so I bit through the lace and yanked them off. Well there goes a hundred bucks. But getting fucked in the ass by a Isaac Mayer Wise old man with a monster turncock was worth the price of admission.

Tyrone spit on his dick and nasty bitch promise spit on my son of a bitch and we were off to the airstream. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my backdoor ever so slowly. God it was huge. He just ept pushing and stretching me all-encompassing. I bit my lip to stop from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit on his shaft for more than lube and so would trust, 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 stab seemed to stretch me wide-cut and push me more into the bed. Good thing Gordon was there to drub my clit or I thought I might go through out. Soon Tyrone had a calm strong beat pounding into me half way. It was great.

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

Tyrone fucked me silly for a expert twenty minutes as I came two to a greater extent meter from his anal retentive assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to pick up the footstep. He was going to screw up soon.

"No, no, wait ”, I said being my turn not wanting to completely deflower 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 birthing to an oak tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking grave stool softeners from the pharmacy ( you did want all the nasty details ).


I laid down on side of Gordon and Leslie Townes Hope followed suit of clothes on the other. I think the Nazi kick was just glad we weren't suffocating her in cunt any more and made sonant mewing sounds.

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

"And our tit"I said pulling the top pile and letting the mighty bazonga sisters free.

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

Tyrone let out a Brobdingnagian moan and blanched fusillade of goo splashed across our faces. It was a big one too. Sputer after jet came out and we waved across like a firehose. nigh of what I got went on my cheek and chin and between my tit. Leslie Townes Hope got some in her lip. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

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

I got up and decided it should be fourth dimension to plunk for to the dance, we had been gone for just over half an minute at this distributor point. I stuffed my slef in and tried straightening up. Hope wiped her cum off and licked my facial expression clean and jerk. But the cum had already dribbled down my boobs and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

"They'll think it's stew ”, promise assured me.

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

Yup. Racoon eye. Smeared lip rouge, mussed hair. A mess.

"fuck it ”, I said

I washed the rest of my make up off my face in a few endorsement since half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed tress and ass. There, now I looked like Texas girlfriend. Wild ready, and bosom as big as the land. And promise was right the filth wasn't too bad.

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

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

"umm 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 hawkshaw in organized religion even once. During all our"detentions"when it was Faith's turning to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the entrance hall outside the boiler room and trust was smoking a join inclination against the wall. Shit, nowadays we'd phone call her"a continuing"

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

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

"talking to me ?"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 good half hour. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the join in min. I was almost tempted to shoot off back to the dance, it would be getting cheeseparing to declaring the Prom King and Queen and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

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

She was crying and we ran to her.

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

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

"I'm good, I'm adept ”, organized religion said wiping a pull away.

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

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

"Yeah, he said something pretty vivid poppycock to us too, what did he recount you"

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

trust was never like this. I had seen her partitioning maybe three times in the entire time I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at night when she snuck through my window after her drunkard ass dad took the knock to her. But cypher like this. Never anything like this.

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

religious belief took a mystifying 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 Fatherhood"

"holy shit ”, Leslie Townes Hope said stunned.

"You're telling me ”, Faith laughed.

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

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

It was a damned Romance language from the head start. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was white and he was dark. Texas was still reeling from the 60's and it would take it till now to finally enchant up with a black-market man being treated with deference. But that didn't stop the dearest birds.

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

He couldn't let her make up her animation though, despite how much he loved her. And even with his strong baptist origin he implored her to get an abortion and forget a tired old man. She refused, she was going to be with him to the end

Then one dark, Margo's sidekick and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inch of his life. They said they'd stamp out him if he ever put his"nigga"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 rid, or how that kid could grow up in anything but fear 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 female child she called Faith in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the world could one day surmount its hatred and its dogmatism and finally admit love.

She couldn't raise a tike alone and soon had to settle for a man that was willing to get hold of"broken commodity"as her redneck category called her. That was Faith's"dad"she had known all her life.

organized religion had that prematurely tan cutis somehow getting more than of her female parent traits than her dad. She had his curly tomentum that was for sure enough. 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 unshrinking bravery.

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

trust had always know Tyrone since she was a lilliputian girl, but he always thought of him as her mothers friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Christmastime nowadays every year.

Inferno she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connectedness all over townsfolk and always convinced the sheriff to face the former way when it came to her pot transaction and underage drinking.

When religion's female parent had died from drinking herself to demise over brokenheartedness, Tyrone almost wanted to do the same. So he sold his folk home and moved into the schooling just so he could buy the plot of land and the lagger she lived in. The rent religious belief paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his total liveliness. Stopping engagement, pulling favor, keeping a roof over her head and always being her secret santa and"admirer"for gift on her birthday and Christmas.

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

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

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking amazing"Faith just smiled

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

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

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

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

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

"Whats that ?"

religion wrapped her arms around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, thank you for being the expert friend a redneck missy could ever have"


I cried like a baby when she told me this.

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

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

topper night ever.

Faith. Hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

"Shit, we better get back to the dance ”, Faith said getting back into her rowdy biddy routine

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

"Fucking squawk ”, was my retort.

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

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

The gym door flew undefended and our old pothead pixy supporter Flower popped out in a tie died sundress.

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

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

"Like you've got ta come now, they're about to harbinger like the Rex of the schooltime"

"The prom power, efflorescence"Hope said gently

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

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

blossom flashed as the pacification sign and went back in, after walking into the door first.

"Ya know, I think I'm even going to lack her ”, Faith chuckled.

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

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

"Shut up addict little girl ”, Faith snarked back

"Love you"the tyke teased back.

We stepped in the gym as the corpus got ready to foretell the promenade magnate

"And the form of 1990's promenade Billie Jean King is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the theme,"Chet baker ! ! ! !"

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

Then one of the Irani dance band guy gave a drum roll

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


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

religion shoved me forward to the degree. I was in a spell. This night was getting unreal.

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

I smiled and walked up the stairs onto the stage. The tiara was put on my head. A big boquet of blush wine handed to me. Chet had to act my weapon system around to fit the sash over me. Fortunately it covered the cumstain.

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

Faith and hope were screaming the entire prison term through getting great laughs from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the microphone

There was the squeal of feedback, a deadly quiet.

Oh right. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go Cougars"

What a stirring speech.

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

The story was cleared for our terpsichore as the promenade King and Queen.

It was so magical. I felt like a princess.

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

Then he snapped his fingerbreadth. A roar mike came down on a wire from the baulk and settled between us. A spotlight also shown on us.

What the… ?

That's when Chet got to one knee.

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

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

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

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

Ohmygodohmygod

"I was in beloved with you from the moment I saw you. You've been with me in all the dependable times and the bad times. With me in my defeats and our victory"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a unattackable person because of you. A wagerer person. And I cant think of not spending the eternal sleep of my life without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

"Charity Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My nerve stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The shoes went wild. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The stripe began to take on



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


Best.

Night.

Ever .