Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae Jones here again.

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

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

The final week of luxuriously school. Here it was.

A bunch of test and loads of bailiwick time. The school became a wraith town to the students that did show up to bury their point in books. I even went to school to canvass just to fend off the pleasures of the flesh that might befall me at home plate in the drone park.

And then those were over.

Then it was grade on that final Friday.

It seemed so surreal when the ceremonial 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 romp honest booster Faith and busty goth pal hope wanted to go up and flash the crowd when we got our sheepskin. We even made certain we were double-dyed 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 class valedictory speaker. Yes, I was misfire super popular class president and cheerleader captain. But Leslie Townes Hope was a freaking Eruca sativa scientist mad genius under her oral fixation.

I cant think back what for the life of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too interfering reflecting on this mo. How proud I was of my friend. Of all my friends. How I was once an elite boarding school lady friend who wouldn't dare talk to such junkie like her and organized religion, but now I couldn't imagine any other topographic point 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 bye-bye by some people who weren't coming to the promenade tomorrow. Even Angie Brollet gave me a heartfelt hug. Six calendar month she was a heartless gripe whom I hated with all my heart, now I was sad to see her go.

mum was so proud of me she was crying. She had come in her William Ashley Sunday nicest with Marcus and she just kept gushing all over me. Being the teen lady friend I was embarrassed but I later understood it all too well.

I was the first woman in our bloodline to graduate high schooltime in three contemporaries. Plus, I was going to university side by side year.

"I just can't believe I've helped kick upstairs such a perfect lady friend ”, mamma gushed between tears.

"I had the considerably lesson ”, I hugged her back.


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

Prom Night.

This was it. The endure nighttime of my being a high school shoal girl. The night many adult female never get over, or never block off regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arab nighttime. Partly my salute to our male child out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely older than me. Some of them never got a opportunity to pin a corsage to a girl. nigh were just trying to make sure they didn't come house in a bag.

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

momma spared no disbursement on my wearing apparel either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a reservoir of pridefulness for her that I was the alone adolescent in the county that was going to her prom in hand tailored designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. Blue ermine cold shoulder in the skirt. I was the stifling American flag. The baseball glove were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in E. B. White leather.

Momma even gave me her lucky heart locket that she wore all the fourth dimension and gave it to me. Handing it down. Her mommy gave it to her when she was of age, and her mommy 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 fortune. I still have them and bring them out for go for 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 figure. For the first clock time 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 dummy were such a big butt in the low cut dress I was just glad there wasn't an impalement. Momma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some motion picture of us together before scooting us out.

The limo driver was none former than George ; Chet's dad and my dom. He even wore the dizzy 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 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 baseball club ( thanks to Patti, for toughie rock 'n' roll lesbian she sure knew how to throw a girl pretty ) and couldn't keep his eyes of my cleavage. He didn't like the mitt, I was almost miffed, but he had his reasons as I would notice at the end of the night.

The schooling 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 sand dune hills that seemed to be just in the aloofness but were merely hind drop. Bells and weave gong giving the hint of the exotic. The biff table was taken over by samovar's serving puncher. Full metallic element dinner trays with exotic meats and fruits.

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

This must birth cost a circumstances. I didn't think authorizing any of this ! It should have got been sleazy cut outs, the ushers in tacky sheik costumes, and a bunch of shish kebabs. Where the hell did this come from ?

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

But for me, the real prize were my best protagonist Faith and Bob Hope

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

They came as each other's date.

Bob Hope was resplendent in all smutty with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her hair was free and raging to her shoulders and she wore a lace see through embryonic membrane over her face in a tarty Arabian style.

Faith on the other hand…was in a tuxedo. okey, at least the top of it was. She wore a tiny Joseph Black wench to rival her sharp sports coat and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and Shirley Temple fuck me heels.

organized religion was the"boy"and Leslie Townes Hope came in with her mitt resting on the redheaded woodpecker arm. It was unbelievable and every head turned to them. They even decelerate danced with each other, religious belief of course taking the lead. You have to remember 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 fuss and scrap, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each early. They were the kickoff ones to come running to fight back 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,"nut girl here has to mould it"

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

"How the hellhole did we afford all this ? Is the schooling 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 tale sign of the zodiac of Faith

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

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

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

"Little help here outre ! ”, trust implored Leslie Townes Hope

Hope stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my dorsum, that's just fucking great ”, I growled some more trying to keep 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 fair and I regretted it the moment it came out. religion could dish it out but she couldn't handle it from her acquaintance, unknown yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a redhead, and her hair 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 fugitive interest.

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

We exited the gym and wandered down the residence hall of the darkened schoolhouse. It was always eldritch seeing this blank space at night. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the nightfall Zone reflection of a in high spirits school. No wonderment so many revulsion motion picture are in high shoal at night ; it's a dissimilar world.

We came to the boiler elbow room 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 billet, two rooms ; a bathroom and his living room/bedroom/kitchen. The simply windowpane being a pocket-size one in the bathroom.

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

Old Tyrone was buck naked and squatting over the prone phase of our Vice star. She was tied spread eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly massive dick in and out of her oral cavity. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty good shape if on the skinny side.

I had to let in, it had been a year since Old Tyrone had last shoved his dick down my throat in our"detention"sessions with frailty head teacher Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in prison term ladies, I was getting bored with this silly cows water poor people cock sucking ”, Tyron said pulling his hawkshaw out of her oral cavity and smacking her across the face with it a twosome times.

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

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

"What ? Theres nobody going to hail ”, trust huff indignantly

"Don't you back peach me young lady, you git out there on the doubling ”, Tyrone said sternly

religious belief huffed but relented"mulct, whatever"

I had never seen religious belief 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 rock my handwriting and gave it a osculate. I kinda flushed at this. This old man was a dainty. Even naked he was pretending to be courtly.

"missy Charity, I asked you here because I wanted to settle a topic of payment for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

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

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

"No no girl Charity, I wanted you to have it off that digging that money out of my retirement investment company 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 age ago. I retire in 3 months. I have seen students come and students go. Your Momma went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the hottest while I had for nearly 20 years."

That should own 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 of the United States. And it has always remained a rock in a storm. But there was also a meanness. An wickedness that stayed too"

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

"My people. colourize people. Always been treated like trumpery in this Town. The choler. The figting…. The love lost ”, he said looking away the doorway for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that mean old bitch on the bed to me was just living test copy that it would always remain underneath despite what that cowboy in the White house says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your sisters here came along. Yes, Sister. It's no conjunction that you three found each other. I'm not talking form and blood. The lord made your Momma and Poppa give you the names to incur each early in this small corner of His creation."

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

"And you girls have saved this township. I don't say that lightly. When you walk down the street together you three are the image of harmony.I aint seen nil like it. multitude that hate each former put aside their feuds around you girls. People are lost find out consolation in your smiling. Black men and ashen men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one ace white on bleak or Shirley Temple Black on white crime in this town since you three met ?"

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

"And you, girl Charity. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A Light. Something that brings comfort. That brings happiness. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the upright in everyone around you. You are called Jacob's ladder, and your charity of nitty-gritty spreads out to everyone around you"

He was tearing up at this point and his sincerity was making me palpate like choking up a bit too.

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

Old Tyrone then hugged me fill up and I was overwhelmed by his kindness. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, or how fun I was or how charge up I was. With the exception of my mum and my sis, I had never heard how"soundly"I was.

I wiped back a bust as he stepped away. He then turned to hope

"Now you girl, I don't get all this stuff and nonsense dooey dressin up like a vampire shit you do. You are the gentle animal I have seen in yr. The sweetest and the kindest. Don't you think for a endorse that Tyrone doesn't know about those vagabond kitten you've been raising behind the shop classes. Who the heck did you think built them that cat home"

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 ex-serviceman in the commons 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 victim from all them fancy books you got. You see the darkness in the globe so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a alight ! You give the rickety, the hungry, the poor a reason to save going"

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

"In short daughter,"Tyrone said putting his hired man on her shoulder joint,"you give them Hope."

The boor little girl was stunned too and sat down on a chair at the kitchen corner. This old man read us like a playscript and had turned to pages we had never read before.

"You going to arrive at Faith cry like this too ? ”, I tried joking past teardrop of joy

"No, my Logos to her need to be buck 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.

"well, I aint gon na argue with a duad ladies ”, Tyrone smiled as his rooster began to produce again.

I knelt know lifting up my skirt so it wouldn't get too begrime even on the carpeting and Leslie Townes Hope was beside me in a flash. She lifted her head covering and just dived in. Even an Epiphany of Our Lord wouldn't stop an oral addict like her.

Hope and I sucked on the old mordant man's huge cock in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his phallus. He had made us feel 10 human foot marvellous, so we returned the party favour. Our tongues and lip found every inch of his might beast. Bob 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 eye like a racoon at this point but I couldn't grant a shit. Sucking this vast shaft was my complete world. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his laborious balls whilst Hope made sick gagging sounds as she tried shoving his rooster down her throat.

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

"Me commencement ”, promise said jumping up and heading to the bed.

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

"Lick it bitch, lube me up ”. Hope instructed the tartar Lady and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping speech sound as she obediently licked out Hopes cooze. The bosomy goth girl would grind into her human face then locomote away for a second so that the VP could take a breather then grind again. After a couple proceedings she signalled she was ready.

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

The Dragn gentlewoman would flick her glossa up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously deep putz hope. Soon his balls were slapping heavily up against the teen girls ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her button too while she could.

I was standing by watching, I pulled up my chick and fingered my self as my gal pal got fucked silly. There was something really nasty and hot about seeing grampa and the schoolhouse girlfriend. In that way I took after Hope, she liked it the awful 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 position. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by frailty lead Gordon's spit. Instead I decided to fill it a tone further.

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

"Eat it bitch ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not want that. I had no intent on getting laid or anal tonight. So I hadn't exactly prepared. Yeah, I had a big trend earlier ( yeah, you needed to recognise that ) but I was definitely not fresh 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 side. I put my body weighting on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big round buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 secondment before I squatted up.

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

That did it. I felt the Nazi beef's natural language slip up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girls, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the womanhood who made my life Hades eat out my nasty ass was even better.

I had her clapper probe my voider for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and sputter but then I would lead off to glower 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 meter she got my pussy.

Leslie Townes Hope flipped up my dress and held it up. I tried getting adhesive friction against the wall, but my baseball mitt were too slippy 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 teras hammer was worth the price of admission.

Tyrone spit on his peter and awful squawk Leslie Townes Hope spit on my arsehole and we were off to the races. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my back entrance ever so slowly. God it was huge. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to stop from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit on his prick for more lube and so would desire, 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 dense and built up a pacing. Every thrust seemed to stretch me wider and push me more into the bed. Good thing Gordon was there to lap my clit or I thought I might eliminate out. Soon Tyrone had a steady hard beat pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal retentive sex this weekend after this monster tore me apart but it was worth it. Combined with the clit licking and sucking, my spunk 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 teenaged ass.

Tyrone fucked me silly for a good 20 hour as I came two more than times from his anal assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to pick up the pace. He was going to bungle soon.

"No, no, wait ”, 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. Christ, it was like giving parentage to an oak tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking serious feces softeners from the pharmacy ( you did desire all the filthy details ).


I laid down on side of Gordon and Bob Hope followed suit on the early. I think the Nazi beef was just gladiolus we weren't suffocating her in cunt any more and made soft mewing sounds.

"Cum on her faces ”, Leslie Townes Hope said getting the soupcon

"And our teat"I said pulling the top down and letting the mighty bazonga sister free.

Hope did the same and soon Tyrone was stroking his big gist in our trio of faces. We opened our mouths wide and wiggled our spit. I squeezed my boob as he double fisted what had to be nearly a food of prime dark meat.

Tyrone let out a huge groan and white volleys of goo splashed across our faces. It was a big one too. Sputer after spurt came out and we waved across like a firehose. well-nigh of what I got went on my nerve and chin and between my boobs. Bob Hope got some in her rima oris. Gordon got up her scent, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his cock smelling of my awful ass into the tartar madam's mouth. He really shoved in and made her clean his dick up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just further her.

I got up and decided it should be clock time to back to the dancing, we had been gone for just over half an 60 minutes at this point. I stuffed my slef in and tried straightening up. Hope wiped her cum off and licked my expression clean. But the cum had already dribbled down my dumbbell and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

"They'll think it's effort ”, Hope 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 face in a few irregular since one-half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed plait and stern. There, now I looked like Lone-Star State girlfriend. Wild make, and boobs as big as the State. And Hope was right the stain wasn't too bad.

I wandered back and Tyrone was zipping up and three a blanket over Gordon, who still had trap of unenviable cum clinging to her face. No sportsmanlike up for her. Good.

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

"umm okay"I said sharing a glance with Hope.

No sex or even a blowjob ? That was odd.

But as we headed ot it struck me he never had his prick in Faith even once. During all our"custody"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 elbow room and Faith was smoking a joint proclivity against the wall. tinker's dam, nowadays we'd phone call her"a chronic"

"Took enough prison term"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there money box dawn"

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

"talk of the town to me ?"faith asked,"Is that code for assfuck"

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

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

Hope and I were out there a good one-half hour. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the articulatio in min. I was almost tempted to remove off back to the terpsichore, it would be getting close to declaring the prom King and poove and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

Just as I was about to render up religion walked out.

She was crying and we ran to her.

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

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

"I'm secure, I'm undecomposed ”, Faith said wiping a tear away.

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

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

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

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

Faith was never like this. I had seen her breakdown 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 windowpane after her drunk ass dad took the bash to her. But cipher like this. Never anything like this.

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

Faith took a oceanic abyss 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 Church 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 Faith and Tyrone as the old man hummed and hawed until he just came out with it.

He told her the story or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the public figure of Margo who had come to town some twenty twelvemonth back. She didn't give a piece of ass about race, but her parents susre did. They met by stroke one dark and it was love at first gear sight.

It was a doomed romance from the start. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was Stanford White and he was contraband. Texas was still reeling from the 60's and it would take it till now to finally enamour up with a blackened man being treated with respect. But that didn't stop the love birds.

In just a few months she was pregnant with his child and couldn't hide it anymore from her family unit. 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 experience the rest of her life history with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a mellow school.

He couldn't let her hand up her life though, despite how a lot he loved her. And even with his inviolable 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 chum and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inches of his lifetime. They said they'd kill him if he ever put his"nigga"manus 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 tiddler could grow up in anything but fearfulness and a folk 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 child little girl she called faith in remberance of the organized religion that Tyrone gave her that the world could one day overcome its hate and its bigotry and finally admit love.

She couldn't invoke a child alone and soon had to settle for a man that was willing to take up"reveal good"as her redneck family called her. That was Faith's"dad"she had known all her life.

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

The man who"raised"her always knew she wasn't his girl and only knew a bleak man was her father. So he hated all blacken men for taking what was his, because Margo never wanted another minor. And when she passed he took his ira out on organized religion, who fought back

Faith had always know Tyrone since she was a little girl, but he always thought of him as her mother friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Yuletide presents every year.

Hell she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connections all over Town and always convinced the sheriff to look the early way when it came to her pot dealings and minor drinking.

When Faith's mother had died from drinking herself to death over grief, Tyrone almost wanted to do the same. So he sold his category place and moved into the school just so he could buy the plot of farming and the trailer she lived in. The rip organized religion paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his entire aliveness. Stopping fights, pulling party favor, keeping a roof over her brain and always being her privy Santa and"booster"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 entire life.

religious belief had rolled up another joint as she told this tarradiddle and we smoked it and finished it silence in the hall.

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking amazing"religion just smiled

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

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

There was a pacification to her now. She didn't doubt a watchword of is write up. She said Tyrone told her things about her life and her mother that only she knew. There was no doubt ; he was her father.

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

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

"Whats that ?"

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


I cried like a infant when she told me this.

"cum here freak girl, I didn't make it this far without you either ”, organized religion said through tears or her own extending her arm to hope

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

Best night ever.

organized religion. Hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

"poop, we better get back to the terpsichore ”, religious belief said getting back into her toughened biddy routine

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

"Fucking beef ”, was my retort.

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

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

The gym door flew give and our old pothead pixie Quaker prime popped out in a tie died sundress.

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

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

"Like you've got ta come now, they're about to announce like the King of the schooling"

"The promenade King, efflorescence"Hope said gently

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

"We'll be right there, blossom ”, I smiled trying to stamp down a giggle

Flower flashed as the peace polarity and went back in, after walking into the door first.

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

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

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

"Shut up freak female child ”, organized religion snarked back

"Love you"the tike teased back.

We stepped in the secondary school as the principal sum got set to herald the Prom world-beater

"And the stratum of 1990's prom King is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the theme,"Chet Baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My infant was the King. Damn right hand he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprisal, the beating of the Cowboys he led made him a shoe in. We still gave him screaming cheers ! ! !

Then one of the Persian band guys gave a tympan roll

"And the class of 1990's prom world-beater is……………………. Polemonium caeruleum Daniel Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


religious belief 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.

trust shoved me forward to the stage. I was in a enchantment. This night was getting unreal.

A note that grounded me to reality was the smash flavour on Angie Brollet's fount. That meant it was real

I smiled and walked up the stair onto the microscope stage. The tiara was put on my principal. A big boquet of roses handed to me. Chet had to act my arms around to fit the window 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 intact clock time through getting large 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 cougar"

What a stirring speech.

organized religion and hope loved it though. I even saw them snog in the crowd. What nutbars.

The storey was cleared for our dance as the Prom tycoon and Queen.

It was so magical. I felt like a princess.

Chet took one of my handwriting. My god, he was so liberal.

Then he snapped his fingerbreadth. A godsend microphone came down on a wire 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 shoal, 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 heartbeat"

Ohmygodohmygod

"I was in honey with you from the moment I saw you. You've been with me in all the good times and the bad time. With me in my defeats and our triumph"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've turn a firm person because of you. A upright person. And I cant think of not spending the rest of my life sentence without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

"brotherly love Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My philia stopped

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

He slipped the pack on my finger.

The place went state of nature. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The dance band began to play



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


Best.

Night.

Ever .