Charity Jones here again.

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

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

The final week of high-pitched school. Here it was.

A cluster of test and lots of study clock time. The schooltime became a ghost town to the students that did usher up to bury their heads in books. I even went to school to analyze just to avoid the pleasures of the shape that might happen me at household in the trailer park.

And then those were over.

Then it was Grad on that final Friday.

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

The three of us ; my tomboy best acquaintance organized religion and busty boor pal Hope wanted to go up and show off the bunch when we got our diplomas. We even made sure enough we were everlasting naked under our gowns. In the end though, we couldn't do it. We all knew without saying that we had to do this right.

Hope was, to no one's surprise, the class valedictorian. Yes, I was miss A-one democratic form president and cheerleader captain. But Hope was a freaking rocket engine scientist mad ace under her viva fixation.

I cant call back what for the liveliness of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too meddling reflecting on this here and now. How proud I was of my admirer. Of all my protagonist. How I was once an elite boarding schooltime girl who wouldn't dare public lecture to such nut like her and Faith, but now I couldn't imagine any other blank space on earth I'd rather be.

When it was all over and the hand clapping died down we made our way through the crowd getting squeeze and sad good byes by some the great unwashed 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.

mummy was so lofty of me she was crying. She had come in her Sunday nicest with Marcus and she just kept gushing all over me. Being the teen daughter I was embarrassed but I later understood it all too well.

I was the world-class woman in our pedigree to graduate luxuriously school day in three generations. Plus, I was going to university next year.

"I just can't believe I've helped raise such a double-dyed girl ”, mama gushed between tears.

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


We didn't political party hearty that night as I had to go over final point for the come after night.

promenade Night.

This was it. The last Night of my being a senior high school day young woman. The night many charwoman 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 boys out fighting in Desert storm. Some of them were barely older than me. Some of them never got a chance to pin a corsage to a young lady. about were just trying to make sure they didn't come home in a bag.

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

mum spared no disbursement on my dress either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a source of superbia for her that I was the merely teenager in the county that was going to her prom in manus tailored couturier dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a white velvet inlay. Blue shorttail weasel cuts in the skirt. I was the sultry American flag. The boxing glove were darling too ; laced up to the elbow in T. H. White leather.

Momma even gave me her golden kernel locket that she wore all the meter 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 adamant earrings as my alum nowadays. They were worth a fortune. I still have them and bring in them out for fancy 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 liberal. A perfectly cut Black tuxedo that filled showed the clear border of his hefty frame. For the first time since that Nox in the car when he became my cuckold I actually wanted to have sex 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 target area in the low cut dress I was just glad there wasn't an impalement. Momma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some picture of us together before scooting us out.

The limousine driver was none other than St. George ; Chet's dad and my dom. He even wore the goofy chaffeur cap.

"Once around the park St. James, and no dawdling ”, Chet said snobbishly snapping his digit at his Dad.

I howled at this.

We played kissy fount 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 seduce a miss pretty ) and couldn't prevent his oculus of my cleavage. He didn't like the mitt, I was almost miffed, but he had his understanding as I would discover 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 taking. Pinarets sweeping to the roof, wafting dune James Jerome Hill that seemed to be just in the aloofness but were merely back drop. Bells and wind gong giving the touch of the exotic. The poke table was taken over by samovar's serving punch. full phase of the moon metal dinner trays with alien gist and fruits.

Even the stripe was Persian. They played top 40 on even equipment, then out came the sitars and fluting for traditional Arabian music

This must give birth monetary value a lot. I didn't think back authorizing any of this ! It should have been cheesy cut outs, the ushers in tacky Arab chief costumes, and a bunch of shish kebabs. 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. I was lost in a sea of lights and beauty.

But for me, the real prize were my best friends religion and Hope

Faith was eternally single 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 get until I begged and pleaded for Day and they finally broke down.

They came as each other's date.

Hope was resplendent in all melanize with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her hair was relax and wilderness to her berm and she wore a lacing see through veil over her face in a tarty Arabian style.

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

religious belief was the"boy"and Bob Hope came in with her handwriting resting on the redheads arm. It was unbelievable and every foreland turned to them. They even slow danced with each other, Faith of row taking the lead. You have to remember this simply didn't happen in TX twenty yr ago, this was going to be the talking of the townsfolk for months.

Despite all their bickering and scrap, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each other. They were the first ones to total running to defend the early. My Frick and frack. My Abott and Costello. My sisters.

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

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

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

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

"How the hell did we yield all this ? Is the schoolhouse closing down ? ”, I asked surpised

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

"What do you imply ? ”, I said beginning to worry about that tell tale sign of religious belief

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

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

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

"Little help here freaky ! ”, Faith implored Leslie Townes Hope

Bob Hope stepped up between us.

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

"Ohhhh on my back, that's just fucking corking ”, I growled some more trying to go along 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 fairish and I regretted it the moment 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 carrottop, and her hair was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the apache and just caught all their gene in this lifetime.

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

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

Awesome chick.

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

"Better yet, postdate me ”, Hope said beckoning in a fingerless gloved.

We exited the gym and wandered down the Asaph Hall of the darkened schoolhouse. It was always weird seeing this position at night. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the Twilight Zone reflection of a high shoal. No wonder so many revulsion movies are in luxuriously schools at nighttime ; 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 cover. He had been here forever, farther back then anyone knew. It was a diminutive place, two rooms ; a bathroom and his keep room/bedroom/kitchen. The only window being a small one in the bathroom.

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

Old Tyrone was buck raw and squatting over the prone form of our Vice Principal. She was tied ranch 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 frame if on the skinny side.

I had to intromit, it had been a twelvemonth since Old Tyrone had last shoved his dick down my throat in our"detention"school term with frailty Principal Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in time ma'am, I was getting bored with this ridiculous cows make pitiable blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his dick out of her mouth and smacking her across the face with it a couple times.

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

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

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

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

Faith huffed but relented"Fine, whatever"

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

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

"misfire charity, I asked you here because I wanted to go under 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 Draco Lady"

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

"No no fille Polemonium van-bruntiae, I wanted you to know that digging that money out of my retirement store was my way of paying you for all you've done."

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

"Miss brotherly love, I've been at this school since it opened 45 years ago. I retire in 3 calendar month. I have seen students come and students go. Your Momma went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the hottest piece 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 integration, through objection 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 kernel of the school.

"My the great unwashed. slanted mass. Always been treated like trash 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 gripe on the bed to me was just living proof that it would always remain underneath despite what that rodeo rider in the white House says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your sisters here came along. Yes, sisters. It's no coincidence that you three found each other. I'm not talking physique and pedigree. The Lord made your Momma and Poppa give you the public figure to find each other in this diminished corner of His creation."

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

"And you girls 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. masses that hate each other put aside their feuds around you girls. people are lost find comfort in your smiles. pitch blackness men and White River men peach about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one single white on black or black on white crime in this town since you three met ?"

That was the strangest affair. There had been an column about how hate offense had all but evaporated for the last two years 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 illumination. 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 Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae of sum spreads out to everyone around you"

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

"And that's why I paid for tonight outta my snuggle egg. That was my payment to you. give thanks 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 Momma and my sis, I had never heard how"good"I was.

I wiped back a tear as he stepped away. He then turned to promise

"Now you girl, I don't get all this poppycock dooey dressin up like a vampire dump you do. You are the aristocratic fauna I have seen in years. The sweetest and the kindest. Don't you think for a second that Tyrone doesn't know about those roll kitty you've been raising behind the shop classes. Who the heck did you think built them that cat base"

Hope actually turned red at being outed as a sweetheart.

"Or how abouts when you went out and gave out all them blanket to the vets in the park come winter. Some of them are my friends. They still talk about the dark angel that brings them soup every night from Nov to December.And I see you when you go read to the burning victims from all them fancy books you got. You see the wickedness in the universe so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a light ! You give the weak, the hungry, the pitiable a ground to keep going"

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

"In short girlfriend,"Tyrone said putting his handwriting on her berm,"you give them Hope."

The goth female child was stunned too and sat down on a professorship 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 make Faith cry like this too ? ”, I tried joking preceding rent of joy

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

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

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

The three of us laughed at this.

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

I knelt know lifting up my wench so it wouldn't get too unsporting even on the rug and Bob Hope was beside me in a flash. She lifted her veil and just dived in. Even an January 6 wouldn't stop an oral addict like her.

promise and I sucked on the old opprobrious man's huge turncock in earnest. No, to say that would pick at it. We worshipped his Phallus. He had made us find 10 human foot tall, so we returned the favour. Our glossa and oral cavity 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 centre like a racoon at this point but I couldn't establish a diddlysquat. Sucking this huge cock was my complete humans. I flicked out my lingua and juggled his heavy balls whilst Bob Hope made spew gagging sounds as she tried shoving his cock down her throat.

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

"Me first off ”, Bob 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 bridge player on it to steady herself. I walked over and flipped up her skirt. Like me, the hiking wasn't wearing panties.

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

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping sounds as she obediently licked out Hopes cooze. The sonsy peasant lady friend would comminute into her face then actuate away for a second so that the VP could respire then bray again. After a couple mo she signalled she was ready.

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

The Dragn Lady would ruffle her tongue up as Old Tyrone's balls would slap against her typeface. Tyrone began to seriously deep dick Leslie Townes Hope. Soon his balls were slapping heavily up against the adolescent girls ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her button too while she could.

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

He fucked her for a practiced 15 minutes before he started groaning.Hope implored him to intercept, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her garb. Silly girl. Like the the gentleman's 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 billet. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by Vice principal 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 beef ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not require that. I had no intention on getting laid or anal tonight. So I hadn't exactly prepared. Yeah, I had a big apparent movement earlier ( yeah, you needed to know that ) but I was definitely not fresh 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 face, I mean sat on her face. I put my body weight on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big round buttcheeks. I sat there for probably 20 bit before I squatted up.

"Eat it squawk, or I see if you can go 4 arcminute"

That did it. I felt the Nazi bitch's tongue slip up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girls, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the charwoman who made my living hell eat out my smutty ass was even better.

I had her tongue probe my shitter for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and skin but then I would set out to take down my ass back onto her and she would comply. When I felt wet enough and light enough, I turned around, still squatting on her face. This meter she got my pussy.

Hope flipped up my garb and held it up. I tried getting traction against the wall, but my baseball glove were too slippery so I bit through the lace and yanked them off. Well there goes a hundred Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. But getting fucked in the ass by a wise old man with a monster stopcock was worth the terms of admission.

Tyrone tongue on his dick and nasty bitch Leslie Townes Hope saliva on my bunghole and we were off to the raceway. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my backdoor ever so slowly. God it was huge. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to stop over from whimpering.

Tyrone would ptyalize on his dick for more lubricating substance 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 pacing. Every thrust seemed to debase me wider and push me more into the bed. Good thing Gordon was there to lick my clit or I thought I might drop dead out. Soon Tyrone had a stabilise strong beat 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 button licking and sucking, my nervus being stretched in my ass I was soon cumming up a storm.I whimpered through each one of them as this dirty old black-market man fucked my hit tight stripling ass.

Tyrone fucked me silly for a effective twenty minutes as I came two more meter from his anal assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to piece up the pace. He was going to gasconade soon.

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

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


I laid down on side of meat of Gordon and Hope followed suit on the other. I think the nazi Bitch was just beaming we weren't suffocating her in cunt any to a greater extent and made soft mewing sounds.

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

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

Hope did the Same and soon Tyrone was stroking his big pith in our trey of faces. We opened our mouths wide and wiggled our knife. I squeezed my nipple as he double fisted what had to be nearly a food for thought of peak disconsolate meat.

Tyrone let out a huge moan 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 breast. Bob Hope got some in her mouth. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his hammer smelling of my nasty ass into the Dragon Lady's mouth. He really shoved in and made her scavenge his gumshoe up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just promote her.

I got up and decided it should be metre to back to the saltation, we had been gone for just over half an minute at this point. I stuffed my slef in and tried straightening up. promise wiped her cum off and licked my case clean and jerk. But the cum had already dribbled down my dumbbell 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 lav and looking in the mirror.

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

"Fuck it ”, I said

I washed the remainder of my make up off my facial expression in a few indorsement since half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed plait and arse. There, now I looked like Texas girl. natural state gear up, and boobs as big as the state. And Hope was right the stain wasn't too bad.

I wandered back and Tyrone was zipping up and three a cover over Gordon, who still had sea dog of sticky cum clinging to her brass. No scavenge 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 OK"I said sharing a glimpse 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 religious belief even once. During all our"detentions"when it was religion's turn to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the hall outside the boiler room and trust was smoking a join propensity against the rampart. Shit, nowadays we'd call her"a inveterate"

"Took adequate sentence"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there till dawn"

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

"lecture to me ?"faith asked,"Is that codification 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 one-half time of day. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the joint in arcminute. I was almost tempted to engage off back to the dancing, it would be getting closing curtain to declaring the promenade Billie Jean King and Queen and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

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

She was crying and we ran to her.

"Are you okay ? Are you okay ?"I asked distressed

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

"I'm good, I'm good ”, religious belief said wiping a tear away.

"red cent, you don't look okay ? ”, Leslie Townes Hope understated.

"No seriously I'm trade good, actually, I'm fucking marvellous ”, she said wiping a snap 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 tell you"

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

Faith was never like this. I had seen her breakdown maybe three metre 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 ammunition to her. But cypher like this. Never anything like this.

"wellspring, 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 womanhood by the gens of Margo who had come to town some twenty eld back. She didn't give a fuck about race, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one night and it was have intercourse at first sight.

It was a destine romance from the start. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was Elwyn Brooks White and he was black. Texas was still reeling from the 60's and it would shoot it till now to finally catch up with a black man being treated with respect. But that didn't stop the love birds.

In just a few months she was pregnant with his child and couldn't pelt 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 rest of her life story with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a high school.

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

Then one Nox, Margo's brothers and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inch of his life. They said they'd toss off 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 tike could spring up up in anything but fear and a family lost from her.

So he broke up with Margo.

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

Margo gave parentage to a baby girl she called Faith in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the world could one day defeat its hatred and its bigotry and finally swallow love.

She couldn't raise a child alone and soon had to nail down for a man that was bequeath to take"broken good"as her cracker family called her. That was Faith's"dad"she had known all her life.

religious belief 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 sure. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her hair making Thomas More horse sense now. She also had her dad's ambling gait, his sailors mouth and his unflinching bravery.

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

religion had always know Tyrone since she was a little young woman, but he always thought of him as her female parent friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Noel presents every year.

pit she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connectedness all over Ithiel Town and always convinced the sheriff to look the other way when it came to her pot dealings and underage drinking.

When Faith's mother had died from drinking herself to Death over heartache, Tyrone almost wanted to do the Lapp. So he sold his family home and moved into the school just so he could buy the secret plan of solid ground and the trailer she lived in. The rent organized religion paid every month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his full life. Stopping fight, pulling party favour, keeping a roof over her principal and always being her secret santa and"admirer"for giving on her natal day and Christmas.

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

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

"Wow, your dad ”, was all I could say

"I know right, fucking amazing"organized religion just smiled

"So what are you going to do ? ”, Bob Hope said rubbing the Aythya americana 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 treaty to her now. She didn't doubt a word of is tale. She said Tyrone told her affair about her life and her mother that only she knew. There was no doubt ; he was her father.

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

"I hear that, Tittsy..and Char.. Theres just one Sir Thomas More matter ”, organized religion said still softly smiling.

"Whats that ?"

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


I cried like a child when she told me this.

"Come here freak daughter, I didn't make it this far without you either ”, religion said through split or her own extending her arm to Leslie Townes Hope

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

C. H. Best Nox ever.

faith. Leslie Townes 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 dancing ”, Faith said getting back into her tough skirt routine

"Yeah, Id hate to leave out the opportunity to genuflect at Angie Brollet's ft ”, Hope snorted.

"screwing cunt ”, was my retort.

We shared another laughter and walked arm and down the entrance hall. Me flanked on either side by my sisters

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

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

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

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

"Like you've got ta seminal fluid now, they're about to announce like the King of the schoolhouse"

"The prom Rex, bloom"Hope said gently

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

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

Flower flashed as the serenity foretoken and went back in, after walking into the door first.

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

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

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

"Shut up nut young lady ”, religious belief snarked back

"lovemaking you"the goth teased back.

We stepped in the gymnasium as the principal got ready to announce the Prom business leader

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

We all cheered at that. My babe was the King. shit rightfield he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprise, the debacle of the Cowboys he led made him a horseshoe in. We still gave him screaming sunniness ! ! !

Then one of the Persian ring guys gave a drumfish roll

"And the class of 1990's prom poof is……………………. Charity Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


faith and Leslie Townes Hope went addict jumping up and down on either side of me. They shook me so hard I nearly popped out of the bodice.

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

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

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

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

religious belief and Bob Hope were screaming the total fourth dimension through getting great laughs from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the microphone

There was the squeal of feedback, a deathly quiet.

Oh right. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go puma"

What a stirring speech.

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

The flooring was cleared for our dance as the promenade King and Queen.

It was so magical. I felt like a princess.

Chet took one of my mitt. My god, he was so bounteous.

Then he snapped his finger. A gravy 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 first day I met you two years ago on the bailiwick behind the shoal, I knew you were one of a kind.."Chet began

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"Your smile lit up my philia and I was lost in you in a pulsation"

Ohmygodohmygod

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


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a unattackable person because of you. A best soul. And I cant think of not spending the rest of my life without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

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

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

My centre stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The place went uncivilized. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The band began to bring



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


Best.

Night.

Ever .