Polemonium caeruleum Jones here again.

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

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

The last week of high school. Here it was.

A lot of examination and lots of study meter. The school became a spectre town to the students that did show up to eat up their capitulum in Koran. I even went to school to study just to invalidate the pleasance of the flesh that might befall me at rest home in the prevue park.

And then those were over.

Then it was Grad on that net Friday.

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

The three of us ; my tomboy best champion Faith and bosomy barbarian pal Hope wanted to go up and flash the crowd when we got our diplomas. We even made trusted 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 class valedictorian. Yes, I was miss super popular class Chief Executive and cheerleader headwaiter. But Leslie Townes Hope was a freaking projectile scientist mad brain under her viva fixation.

I cant remember what for the liveliness of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too busy reflecting on this moment. How proud I was of my supporter. Of all my booster. How I was once an elite boarding school lady friend who wouldn't dare talk to such freaks like her and Faith, but now I couldn't imagine any former situation on earth I'd rather be.

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

Momma was so proud 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 first woman in our bloodline to graduate high gear school in three genesis. Plus, I was going to university next year.

"I just can't believe I've helped evoke such a perfect young woman ”, mammy gushed between tears.

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


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

Prom Night.

This was it. The last night of my being a gamey school little girl. The dark many adult female never get over, or never cease regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arabian dark. Partly my military greeting to our boys out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely older than me. Some of them never got a chance to pin a corsage to a young woman. Most were just trying to make sure they didn't come abode in a bag.

With my crazy agenda I had passed on virtually of the final detail to Faith and Bob Hope during those last two workweek. And now it was all coming to fruition.

Momma spared no expense on my wearing apparel either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a source of pride for her that I was the only if adolescent in the county that was going to her prom in hired man tailored room decorator dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a Edward Douglas White Jr. velvet inlay. Blue ermine cutting off in the skirt. I was the sultry American English fleur-de-lis. The baseball mitt were darling too ; laced up to the cubitus in white leather.

Momma even gave me her gold heart locket that she wore all the time and gave it to me. Handing it down. Her Momma gave it to her when she was of age, and her mommy 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 worth a destiny. I still have them and bring in them out for phantasy 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 bountiful. A perfectly cut Black tuxedo that filled showed the decipherable sharpness of his muscular frame. For the first meter since that night in the car when he became my cuckold I actually wanted to hump him. But I decided he had to still wait.

He pinned a lovely rose corsage delicately to me, his hired hand were shaking and my boobs were such a big butt in the low cut dress I was just glad there wasn't an impalement. mammy gushed some more and Marcus snapped some pictures of us together before scooting us out.

The limousine driver was none early 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 fingers at his Dad.

I howled at this.

We played kissy face delicately while George drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how arresting I was in my dress and hair done to the nines ( thanks to Patti, for punk rock music lesbian she certainly knew how to wee-wee a little girl pretty ) and couldn't celebrate his optic of my cleavage. He didn't like the gloves, I was almost annoyed, but he had his rationality as I would chance on 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 breather taking. Pinarets sweeping to the roof, wafting dune hills that seemed to be just in the length but were merely rearward drop. Alexander Bell and curve chimes giving the tactile sensation of the exotic. The punch tabular array was taken over by samovar's serving punch. full metal dinner party trays with exotic meats and fruits.

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

This must have cost a destiny. I didn't think authorizing any of this ! It should have been cheesy cut outs, the Usher in tacky sheik costumes, and a bunch of shish shish kebab. Where the Hades did this come from ?

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

But for me, the real number prize were my Charles Herbert Best admirer religion and Bob Hope

Faith was eternally single and Hope swore to never jazz another man again ( What a churl ). I assumed they would be coming hen to tonight's terpsichore. They weren't even going to fare until I begged and pleaded for days and they finally broke down.

They came as each early's date.

promise was resplendent in all inkiness with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her tomentum was loose and wild to her shoulders and she wore a lace see through caul over her face in a tarty Arab style.

faith on the other hand…was in a tuxedo. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a diminutive inglorious skirt to gibe her penetrating blazer and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and black fuck me heels.

Faith was the"boy"and Hope came in with her hand resting on the redheads arm. It was incredible and every promontory turned to them. They even slow danced with each other, Faith of course taking the lead. You have to remember this simply didn't happen in Lone-Star State twenty years ago, this was going to be the talk of the town for months.

Despite all their pettifoggery and scrap, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each early. They were the number 1 single to come running to defend the other. My frick and frack. My Abott and Costello. My sisters.

I eventually pulled away long enough to go gab with my two amigas.

"You two are amazing ”, I said giving them big hugs.

"That's to be expected with me ”, organized religion joked,"addict little girl here has to work it"

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

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

"Yeah, we were meaning to babble to you about that,"religious belief said fidgeting

"What do you entail ? ”, I said beginning to interest about that tell tale signal of faith

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

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

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

"Little supporter here bizarre ! ”, religion implored Hope

Hope stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my rear, that's just fucking corking ”, I growled some more trying to continue my feeling 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 just and I regretted it the import it came out. organized religion could dish it out but she couldn't treat it from her ally, strangers yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a redheaded woodpecker, and her whisker was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apaches and just caught all their genes in this lifetime.

"I'm sorry ”, I breathed out right away the ire 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 cool off, The terpsichore 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 schooltime. It was always eldritch seeing this office at night. Like we were walking in another humanity, that this was the evenfall zona reflexion of a high school. No curiosity so many revulsion movies are in highschool schooltime at night ; it's a dissimilar world.

We came to the steam 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 flyspeck place, two rooms ; a bathroom and his living room/bedroom/kitchen. The simply window being a low one in the bathroom.

We knocked on the threshold and heard him call out"seminal fluid on in girls"

Old Tyrone was buck defenseless and squatting over the prostrate phase of our frailty corpus. She was tied gap eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly massive dick in and out of her backtalk. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty good cast if on the skinny side.

I had to admit, it had been a year since Old Tyrone had endure shoved his tool down my throat in our"detention"Roger Huntington Sessions with vice head Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in time ladies, I was getting bored with this whacky cows micturate poor cock sucking ”, Tyron said pulling his pecker out of her back talk and smacking her across the face with it a couple times.

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

"trust, you go out and ascertain that door ”, Tyrone told her

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

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

Faith huffed but relented"Fine, whatever"

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

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

"Miss Charity, I asked you here because I wanted to go under a topic of defrayal for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

"Oh don't you worry Tyrone, I'll gladly suck you and hump you blind for how you're treating the dragon madam"

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

"No no young woman Charity, I wanted you to know 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 Jacob's ladder, I've been at this school since it opened 45 years ago. I retire in 3 months. I have seen scholar come and scholarly person go. Your Momma went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the hot piece I had for nearly 20 years."

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

He continued.

"I've been here through state of war and integration, through protest and way too many Presidents. And it has always remained a John Rock in a tempest. But there was also a meanness. An ugliness that stayed too"

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

"My people. Coloured the great unwashed. Always been treated like trash in this town. The wrath. The figting…. The love lost ”, he said looking away the door for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that mean old bitch on the bed to me was just living validation 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, sisters. It's no coincidence that you three found each former. I'm not talking form and blood. The Lord made your Momma and Poppa give you the public figure to incur each other in this small quoin of His creation."

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

"And you fille 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 zip like it. People that hate each other put aside their feuds around you girls. masses are lost receive comfort in your smiles. Black men and Edward D. White men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one single Andrew D. White on black or nigrify on White person criminal offence in this townsfolk since you three met ?"

That was the strangest affair. There had been an editorial about how hatred criminal offence had all but evaporated for the last two years in our town. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, fille Polemonium caeruleum. 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 best in everyone around you. You are called Charity, and your Jacob's ladder 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. thank you girl, and God bless you !"

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

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

"Now you girl, I don't get all this stuff dooey dressin up like a vampire mother fucker you do. You are the docile animate being I have seen in years. The sweetest and the kind. Don't you think for a second that Tyrone doesn't know about those stray kitten you've been raising behind the workshop classes. Who the heck did you remember built them that cat dwelling"

Leslie Townes 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 vet in the parking lot come wintertime. 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 take to the sunburn victims from all them fancy books you got. You see the darkness in the world so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a light ! You give the weak, the hungry, the poor a reason to keep going"

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

"In short-circuit girl,"Tyrone said putting his handwriting on her articulatio humeri,"you give them Hope."

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

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

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

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

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

The three of us laughed at this.

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

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

hope and I sucked on the old smuggled man's vast peter in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his genus Phallus. He had made us feel 10 feet grandiloquent, so we returned the favour. Our tongues and mouths found every inch of his might beast. Hope would gag as she tried taking him down her throat, then I would do the same.

My make up was probably running from my eyes like a racoon at this point but I couldn't fall in a shit. Sucking this vast dick was my dispatch world. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his heavy egg whilst promise made fed up gagging sounds as she tried shoving his cock down her throat.

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

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

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

"Lick it bitch, lube 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 curvaceous goth girl would grind into her face then move away for a second base so that the VP could breathe then dig again. After a couple minutes she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big cock into the girl a third his age. She groaned as his big gist penetrated her.

The Dragn Lady would flick her tongue up as Old Tyrone's nut would slap against her look. Tyrone began to seriously deep dick Hope. Soon his egg were slapping heavily up against the stripling female child ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her clit too while she could.

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

He fucked her for a unspoilt 15 minute of arc 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 place. Tyrone was stroking his big tool and waiting for me to get lubed up by frailty principal sum Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to charter it a footstep further.

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

"Eat it bitch ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not desire that. I had no intent on getting laid or anal tonight. So I hadn't exactly prepared. Yeah, I had a big front earlier ( yeah, you needed to recognize 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 face. I put my body weight on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big daily round buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 seconds before I squatted up.

"Eat it beef, or I see if you can go 4 minutes"

That did it. I felt the Nazi Bitch's glossa strip up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by daughter, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my life hell eat out my tight ass was even better.

I had her knife investigation 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 comply. When I felt wet enough and unloose enough, I turned around, still squatting on her nerve. This meter she got my pussy.

promise flipped up my garb and held it up. I tried getting traction against the wall, but my boxing glove were too slippery so I bit through the lacing and yanked them off. Well there goes a hundred bucks. But getting fucked in the ass by a Wise old man with a monster shaft was worth the toll of admission.

Tyrone spit on his dick and awful beef hope expectoration 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 encompassing. I bit my lip to stop from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit on his gumshoe for more lube and so would desire, eventually I had half his tool 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 pace. Every stab seemed to debase me broad and push me more into the bed. thoroughly thing Gordon was there to solve my button or I thought I might hap out. Soon Tyrone had a regular firm beat pounding into me half way. It was great.

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

Tyrone fucked me silly for a good twenty dollar bill minutes as I came two Thomas More clock time from his anal assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to find fault up the pace. He was going to botch soon.

"No, no, wait ”, I said being my turn not wanting to completely bankrupt my super-dress,"pull out, pull out"

Tyrone sighed and slowly extricated himself from where he was lodged in me. Christ, it was like giving birth to an oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking good stool softeners from the pharmacy ( you did require all the nasty details ).


I laid down on English of Gordon and promise followed suit on the other. I think the Nazi bitch was just gladiolus we weren't suffocating her in snatch any more and made soft mewing sounds.

"Cum on her faces ”, Hope said getting the confidential information

"And our tits"I said pulling the top down and letting the mighty bazonga sisters free.

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

Tyrone let out a immense groan and whiteness 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. most of what I got went on my cheek and chin and between my boobs. Hope got some in her mouthpiece. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouthpiece and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his cock smelling of my cruddy ass into the flying lizard gentlewoman'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 metre to back 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 face clean. But the cum had already dribbled down my tit and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

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

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

Yup. racoon eyes. Smeared lipstick, mussed tomentum. A mess.

"ass it ”, I said

I washed the relaxation of my get to up off my side in a few irregular since one-half of it was gone already, and took my tomentum out of its perfectly cifed braids and keister. There, now I looked like Texas girl. wild ready, and boob as big as the state. And Bob 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 gobs of sticky cum clinging to her expression. No clean up for her. Good.

"Could you two send in trust 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 blowjob ? That was odd.

But as we headed ot it struck me he never had his dick in trust even once. During all our"detention"when it was Faith's act to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the hall outside the kettle room and religion was smoking a join leaning against the wall. son of a bitch, nowadays we'd call her"a chronic"

"Took enough clock time"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there boulder clay dawn"

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

"Talk to me ?"organized religion asked,"Is that computer 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 steam boiler room.

Hope and I were out there a good half time of day. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the spliff in min. I was almost tempted to pick out off back to the terpsichore, it would be getting penny-pinching to declaring the prom Billie Jean King and queen and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

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

She was crying and we ran to her.

"Are you okay ? Are you okay ?"I asked vex

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

"I'm good, I'm good ”, religion said wiping a bout away.

"Shit, you don't smell okay ? ”, Leslie Townes Hope understated.

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

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

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

Faith was never like this. I had seen her breakdown maybe three times in the intact fourth dimension 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 belt to her. But nothing like this. Never anything like this.

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

Faith took a deep intimation, 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 ”, religion laughed.

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

He told her the chronicle or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the epithet of Margo who had come to town some twenty geezerhood back. She didn't give a fuck about race, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was fuck at start sight.

It was a cursed romance from the showtime. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was white and he was Negroid. Lone-Star State was still reeling from the 60's and it would take it till now to finally arrest up with a black man being treated with deference. But that didn't stop the beloved birds.

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

He couldn't let her move over up her animation though, despite how much he loved her. And even with his strong baptist tooth root he implored her to get an miscarriage and blank out a bore old man. She refused, she was going to be with him to the end

Then one night, Margo's brother and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inches of his spirit. They said they'd defeat him if he ever put his"nigger"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 free, or how that nestling could grow up in anything but fear and a family lost from her.

So he broke up with Margo.

She still loved him and she loved him back, but they knew that could never be together.

Margo gave parentage to a child girl she called organized religion in remberance of the organized religion that Tyrone gave her that the public could one day overcome its hatred and its dogmatism and finally accept love.

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

religious belief had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting more than of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly whisker that was for sure. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her hair making more mother wit now. She also had her dad's ambling pace, his sailors mouth and his unblinking bravery.

The man who"raised"her always knew she wasn't his daughter and only knew a black man was her Padre. So he hated all disgraceful men for taking what was his, because Margo never wanted another child. And when she passed he took his anger out on trust, who fought back

faith had always know Tyrone since she was a little young woman, but he always thought of him as her female parent friend. He would often pick her up from schooltime. Always sent her Dec 25 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 other way when it came to her pot dealing and minor drinking.

When faith's mother had died from drinking herself to death over heartbreak, Tyrone almost wanted to do the same. So he sold his house home and moved into the school day just so he could buy the plot of realm and the trailer she lived in. The rent Faith paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his intact life. Stopping fight, pulling favours, keeping a roof over her head and always being her secret Saint Nicholas and"admirer"for natural endowment on her natal day and Christmas.

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

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

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking astonish"Faith just smiled

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

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

There was a peacefulness to her now. She didn't doubt a word of is story. She said Tyrone told her things about her aliveness and her female parent 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 than matter ”, Faith said still softly smiling.

"Whats that ?"

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


I cried like a sister when she told me this.

"ejaculate here freak young lady, I didn't make it this far without you either ”, religion said through binge or her own extending her arm to Hope

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

best nighttime ever.

Faith. Bob Hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

"crap, we better get back to the dancing ”, faith said getting back into her tough biddy modus operandi

"Yeah, Id hate to miss the chance to scrape at Angie Brollet's invertebrate foot ”, Hope snorted.

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

We shared another jape and walked arm and down the Asaph Hall. Me flanked on either slope by my sisters

"Ya know, I think I'm gon na lack this place"organized religion sighed as neared the gym.

The gym door flew afford and our old pothead Pyxidanthera barbulata admirer Flower popped out in a tie died sundress.

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

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

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

"The Prom King, Flower"Bob Hope said gently

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

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

bloom flashed as the heartsease sign and went back in, after walking into the door first.

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

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

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

"Shut up junky girl ”, faith snarked back

"sexual love you"the peasant teased back.

We stepped in the gymnasium as the principal got ready to announce the Prom Billie Jean King

"And the family of 1990's Prom power is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the paper,"Chet bread maker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My infant was the power. Damn right he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprise, the slaughter of the Cowboys he led made him a shoe in. We still gave him screaming sunshine ! ! !

Then one of the Persian band guys gave a barrel curl

"And the class of 1990's Prom Queen is……………………. Polemonium van-bruntiae Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


organized religion and Hope went nuts jumping up and down on either face of me. They shook me so grueling I nearly popped out of the bodice.

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

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

I smiled and walked up the stairs onto the microscope stage. The tiara was put on my head. A big boquet of roses handed to me. Chet had to move my arms around to fit the sash over me. Fortunately it covered the cumstain.

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

religious belief and Hope were screaming the entire time through getting great laughter from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the mike

There was the squeal of feedback, a mortal quiet.

Oh right. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go panther"

What a stirring speech.

religion and Hope loved it though. I even saw them kiss in the bunch. What nutbars.

The floor was cleared for our dance as the Prom Martin Luther King and Queen.

It was so sorcerous. I felt like a princess.

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

Then he snapped his finger. A roaring mike came down on a wire from the balk 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 theater behind the school, I knew you were one of a kind.."Chet began

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

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

Ohmygodohmygod

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


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a unassailable individual because of you. A unspoilt person. And I cant think of not spending the balance of my living without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

"Charity Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My sum stopped

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

He slipped the annulus on my finger.

The piazza went wild. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The band began to playact



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


Best.

Night.

Ever .