Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae Inigo Jones here again.

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

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

The final workweek of high schooltime. Here it was.

A bunch of exam and lots of cogitation prison term. The schooling became a ghost township to the scholar that did show up to bury their heading in books. I even went to schoolhouse to study just to avoid the pleasures of the shape that might bechance me at home in the trailer park.

And then those were over.

Then it was graduate on that final examination Friday.

It seemed so surreal when the ceremony actually came. All the faces I knew, all the supporter, all the acquaintanceship. 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 secure friend Faith and voluptuous goth pal Hope wanted to go up and swank the crowd when we got our diplomas. We even made for certain we were sodding naked under our gowns. In the end though, we couldn't do it. We all knew without saying that we had to do this right.

Hope was, to no one's surprisal, the category valedictory speaker. Yes, I was neglect super democratic class prexy and cheerleader police chief. But Hope was a freaking rocket scientist mad brilliance under her oral fixation.

I cant remember what for the life of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too engaged reflecting on this moment. How proud I was of my friend. Of all my friend. How I was once an elite boarding schooltime girl who wouldn't dare talk to such junkie like her and religion, but now I couldn't imagine any other place on earth I'd rather be.

When it was all over and the hand clapping died down we made our way through the crowd getting hugs and sad good bye-bye by some people who weren't coming to the prom tomorrow. Even Angie Brollet gave me a heartfelt hug. Six calendar month she was a heartless beef whom I hated with all my heart, 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 teen girl I was embarrassed but I later understood it all too well.

I was the showtime woman in our stock to graduate high school in three generations. Plus, I was going to university following class.

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

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


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

prom Night.

This was it. The last night of my being a high schooling miss. The night many women never get over, or never block regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arabian night. Partly my military greeting to our male child out fighting in Desert tempest. Some of them were barely aged than me. Some of them never got a chance to pin a posy to a girl. Most were just trying to fix certainly they didn't come home in a bag.

With my crazy schedule I had passed on most of the final details to Faith and Hope during those close two hebdomad. And now it was all coming to fruition.

mammy spared no disbursement on my garb either. She spent two week wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a source of pride for her that I was the only adolescent in the county that was going to her prom in hand tailored decorator dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silk and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. blue devil Mustela erminea cuts in the dame. I was the sensual American language flag. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the cubital joint in white leather.

momma even gave me her lucky middle locket that she wore all the time and gave it to me. Handing it down. Her mummy gave it to her when she was of age, and her ma 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 Worth a luck. I still have them and bring them out for visualize occasions over 20 years later.

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

God he was so handsome. A perfectly cut black tuxedo that filled showed the acquit bound of his muscular frame. For the first metre since that night in the car when he became my cuckold I actually wanted to sleep together 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 mark in the low cut dress I was just glad there wasn't an impalement. Momma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some pictures of us together before scooting us out.

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

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

I howled at this.

We played kissy nerve delicately while George drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how stunning I was in my dress and hairsbreadth done to the nines ( thanks to Patti, for punk rock lesbian she sure knew how to score a fille pretty ) and couldn't hold back his eyes of my cleavage. He didn't like the glove, I was almost miffed, but he had his reasons as I would discover at the end of the night.

The school gym had been transformed. It was straight out of Ali Baba or Aladdin or any of the 1001 Nights, it was breathing time pickings. Pinarets sweeping to the ceiling, wafting dune hill that seemed to be just in the distance but were merely back driblet. Bells and wind chime giving the signature of the exotic. The punch tabular array was taken over by samovar's serving lick. full-of-the-moon metal dinner party trays with exotic heart and fruits.

Even the circle was Persian. They played top 40 on unconstipated equipment, then out came the sitars and flutes for traditional Arabian music

This must have cost a fortune. I didn't retrieve authorizing any of this ! It should have been tinny cut outs, the James Usher in tacky Arab chief costumes, and a bunch of shish kebabs. Where the Scheol did this come from ?

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

But for me, the substantial booty were my best friends organized religion and promise

religion was eternally single and promise swore to never bonk 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 early's date.

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

religion on the early hand…was in a tuxedo. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a midget black skirt to match her needlelike blazer and bow tie. Topped off with fishing net and Negroid shtup me heels.

Faith was the"boy"and Bob Hope came in with her mitt resting on the redheads arm. It was incredible and every head turned to them. They even slow danced with each early, faith of grade taking the lead. You have to call up this simply didn't happen in Texas twenty years ago, this was going to be the talk of the town for months.

Despite all their bickering and fighting, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each former. They were the number 1 one to come running to maintain the former. 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 ”, Faith joked,"junky girl here has to make for it"

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

"How the snake pit did we yield all this ? Is the school closing down ? ”, I asked surpised

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

"What do you mean ? ”, I said beginning to vex about that tell narrative sign of trust

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

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

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

"Little help here freaky ! ”, Faith implored Leslie Townes Hope

Hope stepped up between us.

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

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

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

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

Which wasn't really evenhandedly and I regretted it the minute it came out. Faith could serve it out but she couldn't cover it from her supporter, strangers yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a redheader, and her hair was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apache and just caught all their factor in this lifetime.

"I'm sorry ”, I breathed out right away the 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 tranquillize, The dance went on behind us having lost their momentary interest.

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

We exited the gym and wandered down the antechamber of the darken schooling. It was always weird seeing this place at Nox. Like we were walking in another universe, that this was the crepuscle zona reflection of a high school. No admiration so many horror picture are in high school schools at night ; it's a different world.

We came to the boiler 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 tiny post, two elbow room ; a bathroom and his bread and butter room/bedroom/kitchen. The only windowpane being a small one in the bathroom.

We knocked on the door and heard him call out"cum on in girl"

Old Tyrone was buck au naturel and squatting over the prostrate form of our vice Principal. She was tied cattle farm eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly massive peter in and out of her mouth. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty honorable shape if on the scraggy side.

I had to accommodate, it had been a year since Old Tyrone had end shoved his tool down my throat in our"detention"sessions with frailty 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 piddle hapless blowjob ”, Tyron said pulling his dick out of her sass and smacking her across the face with it a couple times.

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

"Faith, you go out and observe that threshold ”, Tyrone told her

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

"Don't you back mouth me girl, you git out there on the three-fold ”, Tyrone said sternly

organized religion huffed but relented"fine, whatever"

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

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

"Miss Jacob's ladder, I asked you here because I wanted to make up a topic of defrayment 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 Draco dame"

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

"No no fille Charity, I wanted you to know that digging that money out of my retreat fund was my way of paying you for all you've done."

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

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

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

He continued.

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

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

"My mass. emblazon people. Always been treated like trumpery in this town. The anger. The figting…. The lovemaking lost ”, he said looking away the doorway for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that average old bitch on the bed to me was just living proof that it would always stay on underneath despite what that rodeo rider in the White mansion says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your Sister here came along. Yes, sisters. It's no coincidence that you three found each former. I'm not talking flesh and bloodline. The Lord made your Momma and Poppa give you the names to line up each other in this small turning point of His creation."

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

"And you girls have saved this town. I don't say that lightly. When you walk down the street together you three are the image of harmony.I aint seen nothing like it. People that hate each other put aside their feuds around you girls. the great unwashed are lost find consolation in your smiles. inkiness men and white men peach about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one single E. B. White on black or black on white-hot crime in this townspeople since you three met ?"

That was the strangest affair. There had been an editorial about how hate crime had all but evaporated for the last-place two years in our town. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, Miss Jacob's ladder. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A brightness level. Something that brings comfort. That brings happiness. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the best in everyone around you. You are called brotherly love, and your Greek valerian of heart 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 cuddle egg. That was my payment to you. give thanks you girl, and God bless you !"

Old Tyrone then hugged me last 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 babe, I had never heard how"good"I was.

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

"Now you girl, I don't get all this hooey dooey dressin up like a vampire shit you do. You are the easy creature I have seen in days. The sweetest and the kindest. Don't you think for a endorsement 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 home"

promise actually turned red at being outed as a sweetheart.

"Or how abouts when you went out and gave out all them blankets to the ex-serviceman in the Mungo Park come winter. Some of them are my friends. They still talk about the dark angel 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 Holy Scripture you got. You see the wickedness in the world so you pretend to be dour too. But you listen here girl, you are a clear ! You give the weak, the hungry, the hapless a reason to keep going"

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

"In short girl,"Tyrone said putting his mitt on her berm,"you give them Hope."

The goth fille was stunned too and sat down on a professorship at the kitchen corner. 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 preceding tears of joy

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

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

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

The three of us laughed at this.

"fountainhead, I aint gon na argue with a duo ladies ”, Tyrone smiled as his tool began to grow again.

I knelt know lifting up my skirt so it wouldn't get too dirty even on the rug and Hope was beside me in a flash. She lifted her velum and just dived in. Even an Epiphany wouldn't stop an viva voce junkie like her.

Hope and I sucked on the old inkiness man's huge cock in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his phallus. He had made us feel 10 feet tall, so we returned the favour. Our lingua and mouths 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 centre like a racoon at this item but I couldn't give a shit. Sucking this huge dick was my sodding world. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his heavy balls whilst Bob Hope made sick gagging sounds as she tried shoving his cock down her throat.

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

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

She crawled up onto the bed and straddled the Vice Principlas typeface and face the wall. She put her hands on it to stabilize herself. I walked over and flipped up her skirt. Like me, the swinger wasn't wearing panties.

"Lick it gripe, lube me up ”. Hope instructed the flying dragon lady and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping speech sound as she obediently licked out Hopes cooze. The busty tike missy would cranch into her face then prompt away for a second gear so that the VP could suspire then grind again. After a couple instant she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big dick into the female child a third base his age. She groaned as his big marrow penetrated her.

The Dragn gentlewoman would snap her spit up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her side. Tyrone began to seriously deep dick Hope. Soon his formal were slapping heavily up against the teen little girl ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her clit too while she could.

I was standing by watching, I pulled up my wench 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 hope, she liked it the nastier the just. And so did I.

He fucked her for a soundly 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 locating. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by Vice head teacher Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to take it a step further.

I actually pun around facing Tyrone and shoved my arsehole 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 movement earlier ( yeah, you needed to have a go at it that ) but I was definitely not impudent 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 body weight on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big bout buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 arcsecond 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 gaffe up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girls, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my liveliness hell eat out my awful ass was even better.

I had her clapper probe my shitter for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and struggle but then I would bulge out to lower my ass back onto her and she would abide by. When I felt wet enough and easy 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 paries, but my baseball mitt were too tricky so I bit through the laces and yanked them off. Well there goes a C bucks. But getting fucked in the ass by a wise old man with a monster hammer was worth the Leontyne Price of admission.

Tyrone spitting on his dick and filthy bitch Hope spittle on my arsehole and we were off to the races. Tyrone pushed that fat matter in my back door ever so slowly. God it was huge. He just ept pushing and stretching me all-inclusive. I bit my lip to stop over from whimpering.

Tyrone would ptyalise on his cock for more lubricator 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 tempo. Every driving force seemed to stretch me spacious and push me more into the bed. thoroughly thing Gordon was there to lick my clitoris or I thought I might pass off out. Soon Tyrone had a unfaltering inviolable musical rhythm pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal retentive sex this weekend after this colossus tore me apart but it was deserving it. Combined with the clit licking and suction, 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 black man fucked my hit tight teen ass.

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

"No, no, hold off ”, I said being my turn not wanting to completely ruin my super-dress,"pull out, pull out"

Tyrone sighed and slowly extricated himself from where he was lodged in me. the Nazarene, it was like giving birth to an oak tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking good stool softeners from the chemist's shop ( you did require all the awful details ).


I laid down on incline of Gordon and promise followed suit on the former. I think the Nazi Bitch 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 tits"I said pulling the top pile and letting the mighty bazonga sisters free.

Hope did the Same and soon Tyrone was stroking his big meat in our trine of faces. We opened our backtalk wide and wiggled our natural language. I squeezed my mammilla as he double fisted what had to be nearly a nutrient of ground dark meat.

Tyrone let out a vast groan and livid burst of goo splashed across our faces. It was a big one too. Sputer after spurt came out and we waved across like a firehose. nigh of what I got went on my cheek and mentum and between my boobs. Hope got some in her mouth. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his cock smelling of my cruddy ass into the Dragon ma'am's mouth. He really shoved in and made her clean his dick up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just encourage her.

I got up and decided it should be fourth dimension to endorse to the dance, we had been gone for just over half an hour at this point. I stuffed my slef in and tried straightening up. hope wiped her cum off and licked my brass clean. But the cum had already dribbled down my knocker and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

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

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

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

"Fuck it ”, I said

I washed the rest of my make up off my boldness in a few seconds since one-half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed tress and posterior. There, now I looked like TX girl. Wild ready, and knocker as big as the land. 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 piles of sticky cum clinging to her nerve. No clean up for her. Good.

"Could you two send in organized religion on your way out, I need to talk 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 putz in organized religion even once. During all our"detention"when it was Faith's turn to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the hall outside the boiler way and Faith was smoking a articulation list against the wall. Shit, nowadays we'd call her"a chronic"

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

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

"Talk to me ?"Faith asked,"Is that code for assfuck"

"it was for me, but I don't think so for you ”, I joked,"Now get in there

"Yeah yeah"she said wandering into the boiler room.

Hope and I were out there a good half time of day. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the juncture in minutes. I was almost tempted to take off back to the dance, it would be getting close 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 give up religious belief walked out.

She was crying and we ran to her.

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

"Don't suspension on me Apache ”, Leslie Townes Hope pleaded

"I'm right, I'm good ”, trust said wiping a rupture away.

"motherfucker, you don't looking at okay ? ”, Bob Hope understated.

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

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

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

trust was never like this. I had seen her breakdown maybe three clock time in the entire clip I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at dark when she snuck through my window after her drunk ass dad took the belt to her. But goose egg like this. Never anything like this.

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

religion took a cryptic 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 Padre"

"Holy shit ”, Bob 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 fib or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the public figure of Margo who had come to town some twenty age back. She didn't give a screw about race, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was be intimate at first plenty.

It was a doomed romance from the scratch. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was clean and he was calamitous. Texas was still reeling from the 60's and it would take it till now to finally enamor up with a black man being treated with respect. But that didn't stop the love birds.

In just a few calendar month she was pregnant with his child 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 know the rest of her sprightliness with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a high school.

He couldn't let her gift up her sprightliness though, despite how practically he loved her. And even with his strong baptist roots 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 Night, Margo's brothers and dad found Tyrone and beat him within in of his life. They said they'd wipe out him if he ever put his"nigga"hands on their sis 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 grow up in anything but care and a mob 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 parentage to a child girl she called Faith in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the public could one day master its hatred and its dogmatism and finally assume love.

She couldn't heighten a shaver alone and soon had to root for a man that was willing to rent"bust goods"as her redneck mob called her. That was religion's"dad"she had known all her life.

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

The man who"raised"her always bang she wasn't his girl and only knew a dim man was her father. So he hated all pitch-dark 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 slight girl, but he always thought of him as her mothers friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Christmastime presents every year.

Hell she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connections all over Town and always convinced the sheriff to expect the other way when it came to her pot dealing and nonaged drinking.

When religion's mother had died from drinking herself to death over grief, Tyrone almost wanted to do the same. So he sold his family home plate and moved into the school just so he could buy the plot of body politic and the laggard she lived in. The split religion paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his entire life. Stopping fights, pulling party favour, keeping a cap over her mind and always being her secret santa and"protagonist"for gifts on her birthday and Christmas.

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

religion had rolled up another junction as she told this tale and we smoked it and finished it quiet in the hall.

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking stick"faith just smiled

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

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

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

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

"I hear that, Tittsy..and Char.. Theres just one more matter ”, trust 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 young lady could ever have"


I cried like a baby when she told me this.

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

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

Best night ever.

religion. Bob Hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

"diddly-shit, we better get back to the saltation ”, Faith said getting back into her toughened chick routine

"Yeah, Id hatred to leave out the opportunity to kowtow at Angie Brollet's fundament ”, promise snorted.

"roll in the hay kick ”, was my retort.

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

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

The gym door flew open and our old pothead pixie friend efflorescence popped out in a tie died sundress.

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

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

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

"The promenade King, efflorescence"Hope said gently

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

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

Flower flashed as the peace star sign and went back in, after walking into the room access first.

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

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

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

"Shut up freak young woman ”, religious belief snarked back

"dearest you"the goth teased back.

We stepped in the gymnasium as the head got ready to denote the Prom world-beater

"And the Class of 1990's Prom King is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the theme,"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 skid in. We still gave him screaming sunshine ! ! !

Then one of the Persian lot guy cable gave a membranophone roll

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


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

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

A note that grounded me to realism was the squeeze flavour on Angie Brollet's human face. That meant it was very

I smiled and walked up the step onto the stage. The tiara was put on my fountainhead. A big boquet of rosiness handed to me. Chet had to move my weaponry 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 time through getting corking gag from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the mike

There was the squeal of feedback, a deathly quiet.

Oh right. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go mountain lion"

What a stirring speech.

Faith and Hope loved it though. I even saw them snog in the gang. What nutbars.

The floor was cleared for our saltation as the Prom king and Queen.

It was so magical. I felt like a princess.

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

Then he snapped his digit. A roar mike came down on a telegram from the rafters and settled between us. A spotlight also shown on us.

What the… ?

That's when Chet got to one knee.

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

"From the first day I met you two years ago on the field behind the schoolhouse, I knew you were one of a kind.."Chet began

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

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

Ohmygodohmygod

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


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

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

OH. MY. GOD.

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

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

My mettle stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The stead went wild. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The striation began to represent



Chet stood up and gave me one of the greatest kisses any female child ever had in the history of the world.


Best.

Night.

Ever .