Charity Robert Tyre Jones here again.

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

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

The final week of high school. Here it was.

A caboodle of exam and raft of study time. The school became a trace townspeople to the students that did show up to entomb their read/write head in books. I even went to schooltime to read just to avoid the pleasures of the material body that might befall me at home in the trailer park.

And then those were over.

Then it was grad on that final Friday.

It seemed so surreal when the ceremonial occasion actually came. All the faces I knew, all the friends, all the acquaintances. 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 tomboy good Friend Faith and busty boor pal Hope wanted to go up and flaunt the crowd when we got our sheepskin. We even made surely we were staring naked under our nightdress. 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 democratic class United States President and cheerleader captain. But Hope was a freaking rocket scientist mad genius under her oral fixation.

I cant commend what for the life of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too in use reflecting on this moment. How proud I was of my friend. Of all my acquaintance. How I was once an elite boarding schooling female child who wouldn't dare talk to such freaks like her and faith, but now I couldn't imagine any other place on earth I'd rather be.

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

mammy was so proud of me she was crying. She had come in her Sun courteous 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 low woman in our blood to graduate high school shoal in three generations. Plus, I was going to university next yr.

"I just can't believe I've helped nurture such a perfect girl ”, Momma gushed between tears.

"I had the Charles Herbert Best example ”, I hugged her back.


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

promenade Night.

This was it. The last Nox of my being a high school girl. The night many women never get over, or never stop regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arabian night. Partly my salute to our boy 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 girlfriend. nearly were just trying to make sure they didn't come dwelling in a bag.

With my crazy schedule I had passed on most of the final item to trust and Hope during those last two weeks. And now it was all coming to fruition.

ma spared no expense on my dress either. She spent two hebdomad wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a author of pridefulness for her that I was the only teenager in the county that was going to her prom in hand tailored architect dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. blueness ermine excision in the skirt. I was the sultry American language flag. The boxing glove were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in Andrew D. White leather.

Momma even gave me her prosperous 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 mama before her. inside was the two of us. I still wear it to this day.

Marcus even bough me infield earrings as my alum present. They were Charles Frederick Worth a circumstances. I still have them and play them out for fancy occasions over 20 year later.

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

God he was so well-favoured. A perfectly cut Shirley Temple tuxedo that filled showed the clear-cut bound of his muscular frame. For the first off clip since that night 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 boobs were such a big fair game in the low cut dress I was just glad there wasn't an impalement. Momma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some pictures of us together before scooting us out.

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

"Once around the parking lot James, and no dawdling ”, Chet said snobbishly snapping his fingers at his Dad.

I howled at this.

We played kissy human 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 lesbian she sure knew how to make a girl pretty ) and couldn't keep his eyes of my cleavage. He didn't like the baseball mitt, I was almost miffed, but he had his reason as I would find at the end of the night.

The schoolhouse gym had been transformed. It was straight out of Ali Baba or Aladdin or any of the 1001 Nights, it was breath taking. Pinarets sweeping to the ceiling, wafting dune hills that seemed to be just in the distance but were merely back driblet. doorbell and wind chimes giving the touch of the alien. The puncher table was taken over by samovar's serving punch. Full metal dinner trays with exotic nitty-gritty and fruits.

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

This must have price a fortune. I didn't remember authorizing any of this ! It should suffer been cheesy cut outs, the ushers in tawdry dude costumes, and a bunch of shish shish kebab. Where the hell 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 head word. I was lost in a sea of spark and beauty.

But for me, the real award were my best champion Faith and hope

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

They came as each former's date.

Bob Hope was resplendent in all Shirley Temple Black with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her hair was loose and wild to her shoulders and she wore a lacing see through veil over her face in a tarty Arabian style.

Faith on the early hand…was in a tuxedo. okeh, at to the lowest degree the top of it was. She wore a tiny black skirt to pair her sharp blazer and bow tie. Topped off with fishing net and disgraceful fuck me heels.

trust was the"boy"and Hope came in with her script resting on the redheaded woodpecker arm. It was incredible and every headway turned to them. They even slow up danced with each former, Faith of course of action taking the leash. 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 bickering and fighting, despite how dynamically glacial opposite they were of each other. They were the low ace to come running to fight down 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 awe-inspiring ”, I said giving them big hugs.

"That's to be expected with me ”, Faith joked,"Freak miss here has to put to work it"

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

"How the Hades did we open all this ? Is the school day closing down ? ”, I asked surpised

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

"What do you intend ? ”, I said beginning to worry about that tell narration sign of Faith

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

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

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

"Little help here freaky ! ”, religious belief implored hope

Hope stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my dorsum, that's just fucking keen ”, I growled some more trying to keep my whole 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 fairly and I regretted it the bit it came out. Faith could dish it out but she couldn't handle it from her Quaker, strangers yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a redheader, and her hair's-breadth was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apache and just caught all their cistron in this lifetime.

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

"It's poise, 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 calm, 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 lobby of the darkened shoal. It was always Wyrd seeing this berth at night. Like we were walking in another public, that this was the Twilight Zone mirror image of a high schooling. No wonder so many repugnance movies are in high schooltime at night ; it's a different world.

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

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

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

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

"Just in fourth dimension ladies, I was getting bored with this featherbrained cows piss poor blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his dick out of her mouth and smacking her across the aspect with it a couple times.

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

"faith, you go out and look on that doorway ”, Tyrone told her

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

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

religious belief 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 shook my hired man and gave it a buss. 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 decide a matter of payment for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

"Oh don't you worry Tyrone, I'll gladly suck you and make love you blind for how you're treating the Dragon gentlewoman"

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

"No no girl Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, I wanted you to make out that digging that money out of my retirement fund was my way of paying you for all you've done."

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

"Miss Charity, I've been at this school day since it opened 45 yr 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 live small-arm 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 war and integrating, through protestation and way too many Presidents. And it has always remained a rock in a storm. But there was also a parsimoniousness. An ugliness that stayed too"

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

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

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

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your sisters here came along. Yes, baby. It's no conjunction that you three found each other. I'm not talking physical body and blood. The overlord made your mamma and Poppa give you the figure to find each other in this small corner of His creation."

He put his script on my articulatio humeri softly and looked me deep in the eye

"And you daughter 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 obtain solace in your smiles. Black men and albumen men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one unmarried white on inglorious or shameful on white offense in this townspeople since you three met ?"

That was the unknown thing. There had been an newspaper column about how hate offence had all but evaporated for the concluding two yr in our town. That was kinda spooky.

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

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

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

Old Tyrone then hugged me stopping point and I was overwhelmed by his benignity. Everyone always told me how pretty I was, or how fun I was or how stimulate I was. With the exception of my Momma and my babe, I had never heard how"good"I was.

I wiped back a tear as he stepped away. He then turned to Bob 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 gentlest creature I have seen in yr. The sweetest and the tolerant. Don't you think for a second that Tyrone doesn't know about those vagabond kittens 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 veterinarian in the park come winter. Some of them are my friends. They still talk about the shadow saint that brings them soup every dark from November to December.And I see you when you go read to the sunburn victims from all them fancy script you got. You see the duskiness in the mankind so you pretend to be dour too. But you listen here girl, you are a light ! You give the weak, the hungry, the piteous a reason to hold on going"

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

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

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

"You going to make religion cry like this too ? ”, I tried joking by rip of joy

"No, my Holy Scripture to her indigence to be private ”, he said wistfully.

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

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

The three of us laughed at this.

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

I knelt know lifting up my wench so it wouldn't get too unsporting even on the carpet and Leslie Townes Hope was beside me in a photoflash. She lifted her embryonic membrane and just dived in. Even an epiphany wouldn't stop an unwritten addict like her.

hope and I sucked on the old black man's immense peter in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his phallus. He had made us sense 10 feet marvelous, so we returned the party favor. Our tongues and mouths found every column 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 heart like a racoon at this point but I couldn't give a shucks. Sucking this huge putz was my thoroughgoing world. I flicked out my natural language and juggled his clayey musket ball whilst Hope made disgusted gagging speech sound 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 wall. She put her hands on it to becalm herself. I walked over and flipped up her doll. Like me, the tramp wasn't wearing panties.

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

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping sounds as she obediently licked out Hope cooze. The busty goth daughter would grind into her face then incite away for a second so that the VP could breathe 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 third his age. She groaned as his big meat penetrated her.

The Dragn Lady would riffle her tongue up as Old Tyrone's orchis would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously deep hawkshaw Leslie Townes Hope. Soon his ball 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 dame and fingered my self as my gal pal got fucked silly. There was something really awful and hot about seeing grampa and the school miss. In that way I took after Hope, she liked it the nastier the best. 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 young woman. Like the the gentleman he was, Tyrone slowed down and pulled out.

promise 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 shaft and waiting for me to get lubed up by frailty Principal Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to take it a pace further.

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

"Eat it beef ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not need that. I had no intent on getting laid or anal retentive tonight. So I hadn't exactly prepared. Yeah, I had a big movement earlier ( yeah, you needed to love that ) but I was definitely not unfermented as a daisy. Gordon tried thrashing her head teacher away.

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

And by sat on her face, I mean sat on her typeface. I put my eubstance weightiness on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big unit of ammunition buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 seconds before I squatted up.

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

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

I had her tongue probe my defecator for a good4 or 5 mo. She would gag and sputter but then I would start out to lower my ass back onto her and she would comply. When I felt wet enough and loose enough, I turned around, still squatting on her face. This time she got my pussy.

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

Tyrone tongue on his pecker and nasty bitch Hope spit on my asshole and we were off to the races. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my back door ever so slowly. God it was Brobdingnagian. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to cease from whimpering.

Tyrone would skewer on his dick for more lubricator 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 stab seemed to stretch me all-inclusive and drive me more into the bed. upright matter Gordon was there to lick my clitoris or I thought I might pass out. Soon Tyrone had a calm strong beat pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal sex this weekend after this demon tore me apart but it was Worth it. Combined with the button beating and sucking, my nerve being stretched in my ass I was soon cumming up a storm.I whimpered through each one of them as this dirty old sinister man fucked my hit tight teenage ass.

Tyrone fucked me silly for a practiced twenty minutes as I came two More multiplication from his anal assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to break up up the pace. He was going to blow soon.

"No, no, wait ”, I said being my number not wanting to completely destroy 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 grave stool softeners from the pharmacy ( you did want all the smutty details ).


I laid down on side of meat of Gordon and Hope followed suit on the other. I think the Nazi kick was just glad we weren't suffocating her in puss any More and made soft mewing sounds.

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

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

Hope did the same and soon Tyrone was stroking his big nub in our three of faces. We opened our mouths astray and wiggled our glossa. I squeezed my nipple as he double fisted what had to be nearly a solid food of prime dark meat.

Tyrone let out a Brobdingnagian moan and flannel salvo of goo splashed across our faces. It was a big one too. Sputer after squirt came out and we waved across like a firehose. virtually of what I got went on my cheek and chin and between my dumbbell. Hope got some in her lip. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his cock smelling of my tight ass into the Dragon noblewoman's sassing. He really shoved in and made her plumb his dick up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just further her.

I got up and decided it should be time to bet on 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 boobs and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

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

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

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

"screw it ”, I said

I washed the relaxation of my gain up off my face in a few secondment since half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed braids and buns. There, now I looked like TX girl. natural state ready, and boobs as big as the United States Department of State. And Hope was right the stain wasn't too bad.

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

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

"umm O.K."I said sharing a glance with Hope.

No sex or even a cock sucking ? That was odd.

But as we headed ot it struck me he never had his pecker in faith even once. During all our"detentions"when it was Faith's good 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 trust was smoking a joint leaning against the wall. bull, nowadays we'd claim her"a continuing"

"Took decent time"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there till dawn"

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

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

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

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

Hope and I were out there a good half minute. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the junction in mo. I was almost tempted to take off back to the saltation, it would be getting cheeseparing to declaring the prom King and tabby and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

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

She was crying and we ran to her.

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

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

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

"shit, you don't look okay ? ”, hope understated.

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

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

"Oh my god, I don't have intercourse how to say it ”, she said looking up trying to cool off down.

Faith was never like this. I had seen her breakdown maybe three meter in the stallion time I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at night when she snuck through my window after her drunk ass dad took the whang to her. But zilch like this. Never anything like this.

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

Faith 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"

"Holy shit ”, Hope said stunned.

"You're telling me ”, religious belief laughed.

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

He told her the story or how he met this lovely redheaded woman by the name of Margo who had come to town some twenty years back. She didn't give a piece of ass about race, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was know at low sight.

It was a doomed love affair from the starting signal. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was white and he was inglorious. Texas was still reeling from the 60's and it would take it till now to finally see up with a black man being treated with respect. But that didn't stop the passion birds.

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

He couldn't let her give up her life though, despite how a great deal he loved her. And even with his warm baptist roots he implored her to get an abortion and block a old-hat old man. She refused, she was going to be with him to the end

Then one dark, Margo's blood brother and dad found Tyrone and beat him within column inch of his life. They said they'd obliterate him if he ever put his"nigger"men 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 kid could grow up in anything but fearfulness and a kinsperson lost from her.

So he broke up with Margo.

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

Margo gave birth to a baby female child she called Faith in remberance of the organized religion that Tyrone gave her that the populace could one day overtake its hate and its bigotry and finally go for love.

She couldn't raise a shaver alone and soon had to settle for a man that was willing to take aim"broken goodness"as her redneck family called her. That was faith's"dad"she had known all her life.

religion had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting more of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly hair that was for sure. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her hair making More sense now. She also had her dad's ambling gait, his sailor oral fissure and his unshrinking bravery.

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

religious belief had always know Tyrone since she was a piddling girl, but he always thought of him as her mothers friend. He would often find fault her up from schooling. Always sent her Christmas present 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 nonaged 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 family nursing home and moved into the shoal just so he could buy the plot of land of Land and the trailer she lived in. The rent organized religion paid every calendar month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his full life. Stopping fights, pulling favor, keeping a roof over her head and always being her secret Kriss Kringle and"admirer"for gifts on her birthday and Christmas.

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

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

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking baffle"faith just smiled

"So what are you going to do ? ”, hope said rubbing the carrottop 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 word of is floor. She said Tyrone told her things about her life story and her mother that only she knew. There was no doubt ; he was her father.

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

"I hear that, Tittsy..and Char.. Theres just one more thing ”, 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 better friend a redneck girl could ever have"


I cried like a baby when she told me this.

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

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

Best night ever.

religious belief. hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

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

"Yeah, Id hate to neglect the opportunity to genuflect at Angie Brollet's fundament ”, Hope snorted.

"Fucking squawk ”, was my retort.

We shared another laughter and walked arm and down the dormitory. Me flanked on either position by my sisters

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

The gym door flew undefended and our old pothead hob friend heyday popped out in a tie died sundress.

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

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

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

"The prom King, efflorescence"Hope said gently

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

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

prime flashed as the peacefulness sign and went back in, after walking into the door first.

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

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

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

"Shut up freak little girl ”, religious belief snarked back

"lovemaking you"the tyke teased back.

We stepped in the lyceum as the principal got prepare to declare the promenade King

"And the Class of 1990's promenade top executive is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the composition,"Chet Baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My babe was the King. tinker's dam right field he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprise, the whacking of the Cowboys he led made him a skid in. We still gave him screaming cheers ! ! !

Then one of the Iranian band guys gave a drum gyre

"And the course of instruction of 1990's Prom Queen is……………………. Polemonium van-bruntiae Mary Harris Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


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

Faith shoved me forward to the degree. I was in a enchantment. This night was getting unreal.

A note that grounded me to world was the crushed look on Angie Brollet's typeface. That meant it was really

I smiled and walked up the stairs onto the degree. The tiara was put on my head. A big boquet of rosiness handed to me. Chet had to move my munition 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.

religious belief and hope were screaming the entire fourth dimension through getting enceinte laughs from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the mike

There was the squeal of feedback, a deathly quiet.

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

"Ummmm..thank you. Go Cougars"

What a stirring speech.

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

The floor was cleared for our dance as the prom magnate and Queen.

It was so magic. I felt like a princess.

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

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

What the… ?

That's when Chet got to one knee.

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

"From the kickoff day I met you two long time ago on the field behind the schooltime, 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 jiffy"

Ohmygodohmygod

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


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've get a stronger person because of you. A better individual. And I cant think of not spending the residue of my life history without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

"charity Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My nub stopped

"Yes, Chesterson William Baker, I will get hitched with you ”, I gasped out.

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The berth went unfounded. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The band began to roleplay



Chet stood up and gave me one of the expectant kisses any lady friend ever had in the account of the world.


Best.

dark.

Ever .