Polymonium Caeruleum Van-Bruntiae Graduates 5 : The Promenade


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Polemonium van-bruntiae Jones here again.

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

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

The final week of high schoolhouse. Here it was.

A crowd of examination and hatful of field of study clip. The school became a ghost town to the scholarly person that did express up to bury their head word in books. I even went to school to study just to obviate the joy of the flesh that might befall me at home in the poke park.

And then those were over.

Then it was Grad on that last Friday.

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

The three of us ; my tomboy best Friend faith and buxom goth pal Hope wanted to go up and wink the bunch when we got our diplomas. We even made sure we were perfect 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.

Leslie Townes Hope was, to no one's surprisal, the class valedictory speaker. Yes, I was miss topnotch popular division President of the United States and cheerleader captain. But Hope was a freaking rocket scientist mad superstar under her viva voce fixation.

I cant remember what for the biography of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too meddling reflecting on this mo. How proud I was of my booster. Of all my friends. How I was once an elite embarkation school day fille who wouldn't daring talk of the town to such freaks like her and Faith, but now I couldn't imagine any early place on earthly concern I'd rather be.

When it was all over and the hand clapping died down we made our way through the bunch getting hugs and sad undecomposed good day by some people who weren't coming to the promenade tomorrow. Even Angie Brollet gave me a heartfelt hug. Six month she was a heartless bitch whom I hated with all my inwardness, now I was sad to see her go.

Momma was so proud of me she was crying. She had come in her Lord's Day 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 cleaning lady in our bloodline to calibrate high school in three generation. Plus, I was going to university next year.

"I just can't believe I've helped levy such a perfect female child ”, Momma gushed between tears.

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


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

Prom Night.

This was it. The lowest night of my being a high school young lady. The Night many cleaning lady never get over, or never kibosh regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arab night. 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 girl. Most were just trying to make sure they didn't come home in a bag.

With my nutcase agenda I had passed on most of the final details to Faith and promise during those utmost two calendar week. And now it was all coming to fruition.

Momma spared no expense on my dress 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 sole teenager in the county that was going to her prom in manus tailored clothes designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. blue ermine snub in the doll. I was the sultry American English sword lily. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in ovalbumin leather.

Momma even gave me her golden heart 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 Momma 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 tense. They were Charles Frederick Worth a fortune. I still have them and take them out for fancy occasions over 20 long time later.

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

God he was so handsome. A perfectly cut bootleg tux that filled showed the net edges of his muscular frame. For the first time since that night in the car when he became my cuckold I actually wanted to love him. But I decided he had to still wait.

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

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

"Once around the park King James, and no dawdling ”, Chet said snobbishly snapping his finger's breadth 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 stunning I was in my dress and hair done to the nines ( thanks to Patti, for punk rock music sapphic she for sure knew how to make a missy pretty ) and couldn't keep his eye of my segmentation. He didn't like the gloves, I was almost stung, but he had his reasonableness as I would strike 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 Night, it was breath taking. Pinarets sweeping to the cap, wafting sand dune hills that seemed to be just in the distance but were merely back cliff. Bells and curve bell giving the contact of the exotic. The punch tabular array was taken over by samovar's serving punch. full alloy dinner trays with exotic meats and fruits.

Even the dance orchestra was Persian. They played top 40 on steady equipment, then out came the sitars and flutes for traditional Arabian medicine

This must throw cost a portion. I didn't remember authorizing any of this ! It should experience been cheesy cut outs, the ushers in tacky sheik costumes, and a bunch of shish shish kebab. Where the inferno did this come from ?

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

But for me, the literal prize were my intimately champion Faith and promise

organized religion was eternally single and Leslie Townes Hope swore to never sleep with another man again ( What a Goth ). I assumed they would be coming hen to tonight's terpsichore. They weren't even going to come until I begged and pleaded for days and they finally broke down.

They came as each other's date.

Leslie Townes Hope was resplendent in all Joseph Black with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her whisker was idle and tempestuous to her shoulder joint and she wore a lace see through veil over her face in a tarty Arabian style.

Faith on the early hand…was in a tuxedo. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a tiny calamitous skirt to meet her penetrative blazer and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and black shtup me heels.

religious belief was the"boy"and Hope came in with her hand resting on the Melanerpes erythrocephalus arm. It was incredible and every head turned to them. They even slow danced with each early, Faith of course taking the wind. You have to remember this simply didn't happen in Texas twenty geezerhood ago, this was going to be the public lecture of the townspeople for months.

Despite all their bicker and fighting, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each former. They were the starting time ones to get along running to fight 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 awful ”, I said giving them big hugs.

"That's to be expected with me ”, religion joked,"Freak fille here has to work it"

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

"How the pit did we afford all this ? Is the schooltime 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 narration sign of faith

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

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

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

"Little assistant here freaky ! ”, Faith implored hope

Bob Hope stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my back, that's just fucking great ”, I growled some more trying to keep open my tone of voice 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 moment it came out. Faith could dish it out but she couldn't handle it from her booster, strangers yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a red-header, and her hair was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apaches and just caught all their genes in this lifetime.

"I'm sorry ”, I breathed out right away the anger disappearing.

"It's cool, I kinda had that one coming ”, she said giving me a hug.

Awesome chick.

‘ Alright, excuse how this isn't bad ”, I said now fully simmer down, The dancing went on behind us having lost their momentaneous interest.

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

We exited the gym and wandered down the halls of the darken schooltime. It was always weird seeing this place at Nox. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the Twilight Zone reflexion of a high school. No wonderment so many repugnance picture show are in high-pitched school day at night ; it's a different world.

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

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

Old Tyrone was buck naked and squatting over the prostrate form of our Vice lead. She was tied spreadhead eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly monolithic pecker in and out of her back talk. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty good human body if on the skinny side.

I had to admit, it had been a yr since Old Tyrone had last shoved his shaft down my throat in our"detention"sessions with Vice Principal Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in time ladies, I was getting bored with this silly cows pass water poor blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his dick out of her mouth and smacking her across the boldness with it a match times.

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

"Faith, you go out and check that room access ”, Tyrone told her

"What ? Theres nonentity going to come ”, religious belief miff 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 adult to anyone either. He was just the mellifluous old man that lived at the school.

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

"Miss charity, I asked you here because I wanted to settle a matter of payment 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 Dragon Lady"

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

"No no Miss 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 ?"

"fille Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, I've been at this school since it opened 45 years ago. I retire in 3 calendar month. I have seen students come and bookman go. Your mamma went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the raging bit I had for nearly 20 years."

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

He continued.

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

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

"My people. colored people. Always been treated like applesauce in this town. The angriness. The figting…. The love lost ”, he said looking away the door for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that signify old bitch on the bed to me was just living proof that it would always persist 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 happenstance that you three found each other. I'm not talking figure and stemma. The Lord made your mamma and Poppa give you the name to rule each other in this small corner of His creation."

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

"And you miss 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. People are lost regain comfort in your smiles. Black men and white-hot men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one single clean on black or black on white law-breaking in this townsfolk since you three met ?"

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

"And you, Miss charity. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A luminosity. Something that brings comfort. That brings happiness. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the unspoilt in everyone around you. You are called Charity, and your charity of heart spreads out to everyone around you"

He was tearing up at this point and his serious-mindedness was making me feel like choking up a bit too.

"And that's why I paid for tonight outta my draw close egg. That was my defrayment to you. thank you girl, and God bless you !"

Old Tyrone then hugged me close and I was overwhelmed by his benignity. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, or how fun I was or how commove I was. With the exception of my Momma and my babe, I had never heard how"unspoilt"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 hooey dooey dressin up like a vampire shit you do. You are the blue animate being I have seen in years. The sweetest and the genial. Don't you think for a second that Tyrone doesn't know about those tramp kitten you've been raising behind the shop classes. Who the heck did you imagine 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 vets in the park come wintertime. Some of them are my friends. They still talk about the shadow backer that brings them soup every dark from November to December.And I see you when you go translate to the sunburn victim from all them fancy Scripture you got. You see the wickedness in the world so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a illumine ! You give the weak, the hungry, the poor a reason to keep going"

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

"In forgetful girl,"Tyrone said putting his handwriting on her shoulder,"you give them Hope."

The goth young woman was stunned too and sat down on a electric chair at the kitchen nook. This old man read us like a playscript and had turned to pageboy we had never read before.

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

"No, my watchword to her need to be secret ”, 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 ”, Bob Hope mumbled still reeling.

The three of us laughed at this.

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

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

promise and I sucked on the old black man's huge cock in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his phallus. He had made us find 10 feet tall, so we returned the party favor. Our clapper and rima oris found every column inch of his might beast. Bob Hope would gag as she tried taking him down her pharynx, 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 open a shit. Sucking this huge shaft was my complete world. I flicked out my spit and juggled his heavy balls whilst Leslie Townes Hope made regorge gagging audio 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 face and face the rampart. She put her manpower on it to becalm herself. I walked over and flipped up her skirt. Like me, the tramp wasn't wearing panties.

"biff it bitch, lube me up ”. Hope instructed the Dragon peeress and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping strait as she obediently licked out promise cooze. The busty tyke girl would moil into her human face then move away for a second so that the VP could take a breath then grind again. After a couple minutes she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big dick into the fille a 3rd his age. She groaned as his big centre penetrated her.

The Dragn Lady would click her knife up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously deep dick Hope. Soon his chunk were slapping heavily up against the teen girls ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her clit too while she could.

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

He fucked her for a good 15 transactions before he started groaning.Hope implored him to stop, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her dress. Silly girl. Like the the 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 hawkshaw and waiting for me to get lubed up by Vice principal Gordon's natural language. Instead I decided to take it a step further.

I actually pun around facing Tyrone and shoved my shit in her expression 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 know that ) but I was definitely not tonic as a daisy. Gordon tried thrashing her question away.

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

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

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

That did it. I felt the nazi squawk's lingua slip up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girls, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my animation hell eat out my smutty ass was even better.

I had her glossa probe my voider for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and sputter but then I would start to frown my ass back onto her and she would comply. When I felt wet enough and unleash enough, I turned around, still squatting on her face. This metre she got my pussy.

hope flipped up my dress and held it up. I tried getting traction against the bulwark, but my gloves 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 Isaac Mayer Wise old man with a behemoth rooster was deserving the price of admission.

Tyrone spit on his dick and cruddy gripe Hope tongue on my asshole and we were off to the races. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my backdoor ever so slowly. God it was vast. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to finish from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit on his dick for more lube and so would Hope, eventually I had half his dick up my ass and I didn't think it would go any further. Luckily neither did her, so he just fucked my ass for all that he could get in at this point.

He started slow and built up a tempo. Every thrust seemed to dilute me wider and push me more into the bed. right thing Gordon was there to lick my clit or I thought I might go out. Soon Tyrone had a steady strong musical rhythm pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal sex this weekend after this monster tore me apart but it was worth it. Combined with the clit licking and suction, 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 inglorious man fucked my hit tight teenager ass.

Tyrone fucked me silly for a honest twenty moment as I came two more multiplication 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, 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. messiah, it was like giving birth to an oak tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking serious toilet softeners from the pharmacy ( you did need all the nasty detail ).


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

"Cum on her faces ”, hope said getting the trace

"And our knocker"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 triplet of faces. We opened our mouth wide and wiggled our tongues. I squeezed my mamilla as he double fisted what had to be nearly a nutrient of prime wickedness meat.

Tyrone let out a huge moan and T. H. 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. near of what I got went on my face and chin and between my tit. hope got some in her mouth. Gordon got up her nose, in her sassing and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his cock smelling of my tight ass into the Draco Lady's oral fissure. He really shoved in and made her pick his peter up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just encourage her.

I got up and decided it should be meter to back to the dance, we had been gone for just over half an minute 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 tit and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

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

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

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

"screw it ”, I said

I washed the respite of my make up off my cheek in a few seconds since one-half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed twist and buns. There, now I looked like TX daughter. Wild ready, and booby as big as the state. And promise was right the spot wasn't too bad.

I wandered back and Tyrone was zipping up and three a blanket over Gordon, who still had scores of sticky cum clinging to her fount. No neat up for her. Good.

"Could you two send in trust on your way out, I need to lecture 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 faith even once. During all our"detentions"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 Charles Francis Hall outside the steam boiler way and faith was smoking a articulation leaning against the rampart. Shit, nowadays we'd call her"a continuing"

"Took sufficiency prison term"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there till break of the day"

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

"public lecture 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 skilful half hour. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the articulation in minutes. I was almost tempted to submit 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 organized religion walked out.

She was crying and we ran to her.

"Are you okay ? Are you okay ?"I asked occupy

"Don't recess on me apache ”, Hope pleaded

"I'm soundly, I'm unspoiled ”, trust said wiping a tear away.

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

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

"Yeah, he said something reasonably intense stuff to us too, what did he secern you"

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

Faith was never like this. I had seen her breakdown maybe three times in the integral time I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at night when she snuck through my windowpane after her sot ass dad took the rap to her. But goose egg like this. Never anything like this.

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

organized religion took a deep 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 Father of the Church"

"Holy shit ”, hope said stunned.

"You're telling me ”, trust laughed.

Then she laid it all out. The conversation was very awkward at low gear between trust 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 cleaning lady by the gens of Margo who had come to town some twenty years back. She didn't give a fuck about wash, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was have it off at low sight.

It was a fate romance from the start. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was whitened and he was lightlessness. Lone-Star State was still reeling from the 60's and it would fill it till now to finally catch up with a Negroid man being treated with respect. But that didn't stop the love birds.

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

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

Then one nighttime, Margo's brothers and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inches of his animation. They said they'd pop him if he ever put his"coon"hands on their baby 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 fear 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 nascence to a baby girl she called Faith in remberance of the trust that Tyrone gave her that the globe could one day whelm its hatred and its bigotry and finally accept love.

She couldn't raise a small fry alone and soon had to settle for a man that was uncoerced to read"broken goods"as her redneck kinfolk called her. That was religion's"dad"she had known all her life.

Faith had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting more of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly hair's-breadth that was for certain. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her whisker making more sense now. She also had her dad's ambling pace, his sailors lip and his unflinching bravery.

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

trust had always know Tyrone since she was a short girl, but he always thought of him as her female parent friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Christmas 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 depend the other way when it came to her pot dealings and minor drinking.

When trust's mother had died from drinking herself to dying over sorrow, Tyrone almost wanted to do the same. So he sold his category home and moved into the schooling just so he could buy the secret plan of land and the dawdler she lived in. The rent Faith paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his integral life. Stopping conflict, pulling favours, keeping a roof over her head and always being her confidential St. Nick and"admirer"for gifts on her birthday and Christmas.

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

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

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking amazing"Faith just smiled

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

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

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

"What an baffle Nox ”, I shook my head.

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

"Whats that ?"

religion wrapped her arms around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, give thanks you for being the best champion a redneck missy could ever have"


I cried like a baby when she told me this.

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

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

Best dark ever.

Faith. promise. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

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

"Yeah, Id hate to neglect the chance to genuflect at Angie Brollet's feet ”, Leslie Townes Hope snorted.

"Fucking bitch ”, was my retort.

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

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

The gym door flew undecided and our old pothead pixie acquaintance blossom popped out in a tie died sundress.

"Whoa, like there you are, gonzo ”, 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 harbinger like the tycoon of the School"

"The Prom mogul, flower"Hope said gently

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

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

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

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

"Somehow I dont think that's the cobbler's 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 little girl ”, Faith snarked back

"Love you"the tike teased back.

We stepped in the lyceum as the lead got cook to herald the Prom King

"And the Class of 1990's prom world-beater is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the report,"Chet baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My sister was the Martin Luther King. Damn right he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprisal, the trouncing of the cowman he led made him a horseshoe in. We still gave him screaming cheerfulness ! ! !

Then one of the Persian band guys gave a drum roll

"And the course of 1990's Prom queen regnant is……………………. charity Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


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

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

A note that grounded me to world was the beat expression on Angie Brollet's face. That meant it was substantial

I smiled and walked up the steps onto the stage. The tiara was put on my head. A big boquet of roses handed to me. Chet had to move my arm 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.

religion and hope were screaming the entire time through getting great joke from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the mike

There was the squeal of feedback, a mortal quiet.

Oh right field. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go Felis concolor"

What a stirring speech.

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

The storey was cleared for our saltation as the Prom business leader and Queen.

It was so magical. I felt like a princess.

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

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

What the… ?

That's when Chet got to one knee.

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

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

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"Your grin lit up my nerve and I was lost in you in a heartbeat"

Ohmygodohmygod

"I was in love with you from the bit I saw you. You've been with me in all the commodity times and the bad times. With me in my defeat and our victories"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a firm somebody because of you. A well individual. And I cant think of not spending the rest of my lifetime without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

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

My heart stopped

"Yes, Chesterson William baker, I will hook up with you ”, I gasped out.

He slipped the doughnut on my finger.

The office went wild. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The dance band began to take on



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


Best.

Nox.

Ever .
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