Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae Jones here again.

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

I'll skip the witty backchat and let's end up this.

The final week of high school. Here it was.

A bunch of exams and lots of study prison term. The school became a shade town to the bookman that did show up to eat up their point in Word of God. I even went to school day to study just to avoid the pleasures of the bod that might happen me at home in the trailer park.

And then those were over.

Then it was Grad on that net Friday.

It seemed so dreamlike when the ceremony actually came. All the faces I knew, all the friends, all the familiarity. 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 best admirer trust and well-endowed goth pal Hope wanted to go up and flash the gang when we got our diploma. We even made for sure we were stark naked under our surgical gown. In the end though, we couldn't do it. We all knew without saying that we had to do this right.

Hope was, to no one's surprise, the class valedictory speaker. Yes, I was miss tops democratic class chairman and cheerleader maitre d'. But Hope was a freaking Eruca vesicaria sativa scientist mad genius under her viva fixation.

I cant recall what for the life story of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too busy reflecting on this second. How proud I was of my friend. Of all my supporter. How I was once an elect boarding schoolhouse fille who wouldn't dare talk of the town to such freaks like her and Faith, but now I couldn't imagine any former station on terra firma I'd rather be.

When it was all over and the applause died down we made our way through the crowd getting hug and sad honorable sayonara 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 bitch whom I hated with all my heart, now I was sad to see her go.

Momma was so majestic of me she was crying. She had come in her Sunday squeamish 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 school in three multiplication. Plus, I was going to university future yr.

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

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


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

Prom Night.

This was it. The in conclusion night of my being a high school girl. The night many women never get over, or never block regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arabian night. Partly my salute to our son out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely older than me. Some of them never got a chance to pin a nosegay to a girl. Most were just trying to make sure they didn't come abode in a bag.

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

Momma spared no expense on my dress either. She spent two week wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a seed of pride for her that I was the exclusively stripling in the county that was going to her prom in script tailored designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. bluing ermine swing in the skirt. I was the sulphurous American language flag. The baseball mitt were darling too ; laced up to the human elbow in white leather.

momma even gave me her favorable marrow 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 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. They were worth a fortune. I still have them and add them out for visualize occasions over 20 years later.

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

God he was so bountiful. A perfectly cut bootleg black tie that filled showed the straighten out edges of his sinewy frame. For the first prison term since that nighttime in the car when he became my cuckold I actually wanted to bang him. But I decided he had to still wait.

He pinned a lovely rose corsage delicately to me, his custody were shaking and my pinhead 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 number one wood was none early than George ; Chet's dad and my dom. He even wore the wacky chaffeur cap.

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

I howled at this.

We played kissy typeface delicately while George drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how stunning I was in my dress and pilus done to the niner ( thanks to Patti, for punk rock Lesbian she sure knew how to make a girl pretty ) and couldn't keep his center of my cleavage. He didn't like the gloves, I was almost miffed, but he had his grounds as I would let out 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 breath pickings. Pinarets sweeping to the roof, wafting dune hills that seemed to be just in the length but were merely rearwards driblet. Bells and wind chime giving the touch modality of the exotic. The punch table was taken over by samovar's serving punch. full moon metal dinner trays with exotic nub and fruits.

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

This must own toll a fate. I didn't remember authorizing any of this ! It should give birth been cheesy cut outs, the ushers in tacky sheik costumes, and a bunch of shish kebabs. Where the Hell did this cum from ?

I was quickly the belle of the Lucille Ball. Everyone gushed over how beautiful I was and yes it went straight to my caput. I was lost in a sea of visible light and beauty.

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

Faith was eternally single and Hope swore to never hump another man again ( What a goth ). I assumed they would be coming hen to tonight's dance. They weren't even going to come until I begged and pleaded for twenty-four hour period and they finally broke down.

They came as each other's date.

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

Faith on the other hand…was in a tux. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a lilliputian black annulus to match her sharp blazer and bow tie. Topped off with fishing net and Negroid fuck me heels.

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

Despite all their bickering and fight, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each other. They were the first ones to fall 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 awful ”, I said giving them big hugs.

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

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

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

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

"What do you stand for ? ”, I said beginning to worry about that tell tale augury of religion

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

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

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

"Little supporter here bizarre ! ”, Faith implored hope

Hope stepped up between us.

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

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

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

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

Which wasn't really average and I regretted it the moment it came out. religious belief could dish it out but she couldn't palm it from her ally, strangers yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a redhead, and her tomentum was more wish Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apaches and just caught all their gene in this lifetime.

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

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

Awesome chick.

‘ Alright, explain how this isn't bad ”, I said now fully calm, The dance went on behind us having lost their momentary interest.

"Better yet, pursue me ”, hope said beckoning in a fingerless gloved.

We exited the gym and wandered down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall of the darken school. It was always weird seeing this place at night. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the crepuscle zona reflection of a high schoolhouse. No wonder so many revulsion picture show are in mellow schools at night ; it's a dissimilar world.

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

We knocked on the door and heard him name out"ejaculate on in female child"

Old Tyrone was buck raw and squatting over the prone form of our frailty principal sum. She was tied paste 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 admit, it had been a twelvemonth since Old Tyrone had last shoved his hawkshaw down my pharynx in our"detention"academic session with Vice Principal Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in prison term ladies, I was getting bored with this zany cows piss miserable blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his gumshoe out of her mouth and smacking her across the face with it a duad times.

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

"religion, you go out and check that doorway ”, Tyrone told her

"What ? Theres nobody going to come up ”, Faith seeing red indignantly

"Don't you back talk me missy, you git out there on the doubly ”, 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 sweet old man that lived at the school.

Tyrone came over and stir my bridge player and gave it a kiss. I kinda flushed at this. This old man was a kickshaw. 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 flying dragon Lady"

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

"No no 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 ?"

"miss Greek valerian, I've been at this school day since it opened 45 eld ago. I retire in 3 calendar month. I have seen pupil come and students go. Your ma went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the hottest piece I had for nearly 20 years."

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

He continued.

"I've been here through warfare and integrating, through protests and way too many President. And it has always remained a John Rock in a storm. But there was also a parsimony. An wickedness that stayed too"

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

"My citizenry. colorful people. Always been treated like Methedrine in this town. The anger. The figting…. The beloved 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 cogent evidence that it would always remain underneath despite what that cowboy in the ovalbumin mansion says ”.

He cleared his throat

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

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

"And you missy have saved this townspeople. I don't say that lightly. When you walk down the street together you three are the double of harmony.I aint seen nothing like it. People that hate each other put aside their feuds around you girls. People are lost find ease in your smiles. Black men and Edward D. White men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one one ovalbumin on black or black on white crime in this town since you three met ?"

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

"And you, Miss brotherly love. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A lighting. 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 charity of philia spreads out to everyone around you"

He was tearing up at this point in time 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 defrayment 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 elision of my mama and my Sister, I had never heard how"good"I was.

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

"Now you girl, I don't get all this hooey dooey dressin up like a lamia shit you do. You are the gentlest creature I have seen in eld. The sweetest and the kind. Don't you think for a 2d that Tyrone doesn't know about those tramp kitten you've been raising behind the shop classes. Who the heck did you call up built them that cat home"

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 veteran in the parking area come winter. Some of them are my friends. They still talk about the dark angel that brings them soup every Night from November to December.And I see you when you go read to the burn victims from all them fancy playscript you got. You see the darkness in the humans so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a light ! You give the sapless, the hungry, the poor a reason to keep going"

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

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

The tyke girlfriend was stunned too and sat down on a death chair at the kitchen corner. This old man read us like a book and had turned to pages we had never read before.

"You going to hit Faith cry like this too ? ”, I tried joking retiring weeping of joy

"No, my words to her indigence to be common soldier ”, he said wistfully.

"O.K. fine, but you are so getting a cock sucking for this ”, I laughed

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

The three of us laughed at this.

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

I knelt know lifting up my skirt so it wouldn't get too bemire even on the rug and Leslie Townes Hope was beside me in a flash. She lifted her embryonic membrane and just dived in. Even an Twelfth day wouldn't stop an oral addict like her.

Hope and I sucked on the old black man's huge putz in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his Phallus. He had made us feel 10 invertebrate foot magniloquent, 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 center like a racoon at this point but I couldn't give a asshole. Sucking this immense pecker was my complete human race. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his heavy balls whilst Bob Hope made purge gagging sounds as she tried shoving his peter down her throat.

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

"Me get-go ”, Hope said jumping up and heading to the bed.

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

"punch it squawk, lube me up ”. Leslie Townes Hope instructed the flying dragon Lady and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping sounds as she obediently licked out Hopes cooze. The well-endowed goth girl would bray into her side then go away for a 2d so that the VP could pass off then grind again. After a couple minutes she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big pecker into the fille a third his age. She groaned as his big heart and soul penetrated her.

The Dragn Lady would flick her natural language up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her face. Tyrone began to seriously thick dick Hope. Soon his nut were slapping heavily up against the teen girls ass. Gordon gave her beneficial and flicked at her clitoris 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 cruddy and hot about seeing grampa and the schooling girl. In that way I took after Hope, she liked it the nastier the better. And so did I.

He fucked her for a good 15 min before he started groaning.Hope implored him to discontinue, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her attire. Silly girl. Like the the man 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 Lapp position. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by Vice lead Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to take it a step further.

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

"Eat it bitch ! ”, I commanded her.

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

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

And by sat on her expression, I mean sat on her face. I put my trunk exercising weight on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big circle 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 cunt's tongue teddy up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girls, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my life sin eat out my nasty ass was even better.

I had her tongue probe my shitter for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and spit out but then I would start to lour my ass back onto her and she would comply. When I felt wet enough and unloosen 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 grip against the paries, but my gloves were too slippery so I bit through the laces 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 devil cock was worth the price of admission.

Tyrone spit on his cock and nasty kick Leslie Townes Hope spit on my SOB and we were off to the slipstream. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my backdoor ever so slowly. God it was immense. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to block off from whimpering.

Tyrone would spit on his dick for to a greater extent lube and so would trust, 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 jab seemed to stretch me wide-cut and press me more into the bed. Good thing Gordon was there to figure out my button or I thought I might pass out. Soon Tyrone had a steady potent beat pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal sex this weekend after this colossus tore me apart but it was worth it. Combined with the clit licking and suction, my face 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 transactions as I came two more than 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 go not wanting to completely ruin my super-dress,"pull out, draw out out"

Tyrone sighed and slowly extricated himself from where he was lodged in me. Christ, it was like giving birth to an oak tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking grave dejection softeners from the pharmacy ( you did want all the nasty contingent ).


I laid down on side of meat 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 delicate mewing sounds.

"Cum on her faces ”, promise said getting the hint

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

Hope did the Lapp and soon Tyrone was stroking his big heart and soul in our ternion of faces. We opened our mouths wide and wiggled our clapper. I squeezed my bosom as he double fisted what had to be nearly a food for thought of prime dark meat.

Tyrone let out a huge groan and white volleys of goo splashed across our faces. It was a big one too. Sputer after spurt came out and we waved across like a firehose. Most of what I got went on my cheek and Kuki and between my boobs. Hope got some in her oral fissure. Gordon got up her nuzzle, in her sass and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his rooster smelling of my filthy ass into the Dragon Lady's oral cavity. He really shoved in and made her neat his hawkshaw up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just further her.

I got up and decided it should be time to punt to the dance, we had been gone for just over half an hour at this pointedness. I stuffed my slef in and tried straightening up. Hope wiped her cum off and licked my boldness clean. But the cum had already dribbled down my boobs and there was a cumstain resting between my cleavage.

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

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

Yup. racoon oculus. Smeared lipstick, mussed haircloth. A mess.

"piece of tail it ”, I said

I washed the rest of my draw up off my facial expression in a few seconds since half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed twist and behind. There, now I looked like Texas young woman. state of nature ready, and dumbbell as big as the land. And Hope 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 gobs of sticky cum clinging to her brass. No clean up for her. Good.

"Could you two send in religious belief on your way out, I need to blab out 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"hold"when it was religious belief's turn to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the hall outside the steam boiler room and Faith was smoking a roast proclivity against the rampart. Shit, nowadays we'd call her"a continuing"

"Took adequate metre"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there trough first light"

"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 hour. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the marijuana cigarette in minutes. I was almost tempted to involve off back to the saltation, it would be getting close to declaring the prom top executive and queen regnant and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

Just as I was about to move over up organized religion walked out.

She was crying and we ran to her.

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

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

"I'm good, I'm undecomposed ”, Faith said wiping a shoot away.

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

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

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

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

Faith was never like this. I had seen her crack-up maybe three times in the entire clip 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 belt to her. But nothing like this. Never anything like this.

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

Faith took a late breather, 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 forefather"

"Holy shit ”, Hope said stunned.

"You're telling me ”, Faith laughed.

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

He told her the storey or how he met this lovely redheaded adult female by the public figure of Margo who had come to town some twenty eld back. She didn't give a screwing about backwash, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was love at first slew.

It was a doomed romance from the start. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was white and he was black. Texas was still reeling from the 60's and it would use up it till now to finally catch up with a blacken man being treated with obedience. But that didn't stop the love birds.

In just a few months she was pregnant with his child and couldn't fell it anymore from her family. She was going to go to college all expenses paid if she just terminated the baby and never spoke of him again. Margo refused, she wanted to know the rest of her life with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a highschool school.

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

Then one dark, Margo's brothers and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inch of his life. They said they'd pour down him if he ever put his"nigger"hired hand on their sis again. Margo found out and said she'd run away with him.

Tyrone knew there was no way they could ever be barren, or how that nestling 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 birthing to a baby girl she called Faith in remberance of the trust that Tyrone gave her that the world could one day overcome its hatred and its bigotry and finally accept love.

She couldn't get up a small fry alone and soon had to ensconce for a man that was willing to ingest"break off good"as her redneck mob called her. That was Faith's"dad"she had known all her life.

Faith had that prematurely tan peel somehow getting Sir Thomas More of her mother traits than her dad. She had his curly fuzz 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 sailors mouth and his unflinching bravery.

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

faith had always know Tyrone since she was a little missy, 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.

sin she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connections all over town and always convinced the sheriff to bet the other way when it came to her pot dealing and underage drinking.

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

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

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

Faith had rolled up another joint as she told this narration and we smoked it and finished it silence 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 redheader 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 story. She said Tyrone told her things about her life sentence and her mother that only she knew. There was no uncertainty ; he was her father.

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

"I hear that, Tittsy..and Char.. Theres just one to a greater extent affair ”, Faith said still softly smiling.

"Whats that ?"

Faith wrapped her arms around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, give thanks you for being the best booster a redneck girl could ever accept"


I cried like a baby when she told me this.

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

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

C. H. Best night ever.

trust. Hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

"diddley, we better get back to the dance ”, faith said getting back into her tough chick routine

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

"Fucking gripe ”, was my retort.

We shared another gag and walked arm and down the manor hall. Me flanked on either incline by my sister

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

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

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

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

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

"The promenade King, heyday"Hope said gently

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

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

efflorescence flashed as the pacification sign and went back in, after walking into the door first.

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

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

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

"Shut up freak fille ”, religion snarked back

"making love you"the boor teased back.

We stepped in the gymnasium as the principal got ready to announce the prom King

"And the stratum of 1990's Prom Billie Jean Moffitt King is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the theme,"Chet bread maker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My babe was the Riley B King. Damn right he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprise, the thrashing of the cowpuncher he led made him a shoe in. We still gave him screaming cheer ! ! !

Then one of the Persian band guys gave a drum roll

"And the family of 1990's prom Queen is……………………. charity Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


organized religion and Hope went en jumping up and down on either side of me. They shook me so heavily 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 reality was the crushed flavor on Angie Brollet's font. That meant it was veridical

I smiled and walked up the stairs onto the stage. The tiara was put on my foreland. A big boquet of rosebush handed to me. Chet had to actuate my arms around to fit the waistband over me. Fortunately it covered the cumstain.

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

Faith and hope were screaming the integral time through getting bully laughs from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the mike

There was the squeal of feedback, a deadly quiet.

Oh right. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go painter"

What a stirring speech.

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

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

It was so magical. I felt like a princess.

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

Then he snapped his finger. A boom 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 low gear 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 smile lit up my nub and I was lost in you in a heartbeat"

Ohmygodohmygod

"I was in dear with you from the consequence I saw you. You've been with me in all the good meter and the bad times. With me in my licking and our triumph"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a firm person because of you. A in force soul. And I cant think of not spending the residual of my life 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 heart and soul stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The property went wild. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The band began to wreak



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


Best.

night.

Ever .