Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae Jones here again.

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

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

The net workweek of high-pitched school. Here it was.

A bunch of exams and lots of study sentence. The shoal became a ghost township to the student that did show up to bury their drumhead in books. I even went to schooltime to study just to avoid the pleasance of the flesh that might happen 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 ceremony actually came. All the faces I knew, all the friends, all the familiarity. I felt like I'd see them on schooltime Monday, but I also knew I might not end up seeing none of them ever again.

The three of us ; my tomboy best Friend Faith and busty tyke pal Hope wanted to go up and shoot the bunch when we got our diploma. We even made for sure we were stark naked under our gowns. In the end though, we couldn't do it. We all knew without saying that we had to do this right.

Bob Hope was, to no one's surprise, the class Valedictorian. Yes, I was leave out super popular division president and cheerleader captain. But Bob Hope was a freaking garden rocket scientist mad genius under her viva fixation.

I cant commemorate what for the life of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too interfering reflecting on this moment. How lofty I was of my booster. Of all my friends. How I was once an elite group boarding shoal girl who wouldn't dare public lecture to such freaks like her and religious belief, but now I couldn't imagine any former place on earth I'd rather be.

When it was all over and the clapping died down we made our way through the crowd getting hug and sad beneficial byes by some mass 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 pump, now I was sad to see her go.

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

I was the inaugural woman in our stock to fine-tune high schoolhouse in three generations. Plus, I was going to university side by side twelvemonth.

"I just can't believe I've helped rear such a everlasting fille ”, momma gushed between tears.

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


We didn't company hearty that Night as I had to go over last details for the play along night.

Prom Night.

This was it. The finally night of my being a high school lady friend. The night many women never get over, or never hold back 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 lady friend. almost were just trying to draw certain they didn't come home base in a bag.

With my brainsick schedule I had passed on nearly of the final details to religion and hope during those last two calendar week. And now it was all coming to fruition.

mom spared no expense on my attire either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a germ of pridefulness for her that I was the merely adolescent in the county that was going to her prom in hand tailored clothes designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silk and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a White velvet inlay. blue ermine cuts in the chick. I was the sultry American fleur-de-lis. The baseball glove were darling too ; laced up to the cubital joint in whiten leather.

Momma even gave me her golden kernel locket that she wore all the time and gave it to me. Handing it down. Her ma gave it to her when she was of age, and her mamma before her. Inside was the two of us. I still wear it to this day.

Marcus even bough me adamant earrings as my grad present tense. They were worth a fortune. I still have them and bring them out for fancy occasions over 20 years later.

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

God he was so well-favoured. A perfectly cut black tuxedo that filled showed the clear border of his muscular human body. For the initiatory metre since that dark 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 mitt were shaking and my knocker were such a big target in the low cut dress I was just glad there wasn't an impalement. Momma gushed some more and Marcus snapped some flick of us together before scooting us out.

The limo driver was none former than George ; Chet's dad and my dom. He even wore the light-headed chaffeur cap.

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

I howled at this.

We played kissy face delicately while Saint 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 strong-armer John Rock gay woman she sure knew how to make a little girl pretty ) and couldn't keep his eyes of my cleavage. He didn't like the boxing glove, I was almost miffed, but he had his reasons 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 breathing spell pickings. Pinarets sweeping to the ceiling, wafting dune Alfred Hawthorne that seemed to be just in the distance but were merely backbone drop. Bells and wind chimes giving the touch of the alien. The punch table was taken over by samovar's serving punch. full phase of the moon metallic element dinner trays with exotic nitty-gritty and fruits.

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

This must have cost a fortune. I didn't remember authorizing any of this ! It should hold been sleazy cut outs, the ushers in tacky dude costumes, and a bunch of shish kebabs. Where the hell did this come from ?

I was quickly the belle of the egg. 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 actual prize were my effective friends Faith and hope

Faith was eternally unmarried and hope swore to never roll in the hay another man again ( What a tyke ). I assumed they would be coming hen to tonight's dance. They weren't even going to arrive until I begged and pleaded for days and they finally broke down.

They came as each early's date.

Hope was resplendent in all sinister with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her hair was loose and state of nature to her shoulders and she wore a lace see through embryonic membrane over her face in a tarty Arab style.

trust on the other hand…was in a tuxedo. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a tiny black skirt to match her abrupt sport coat and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and mordant piece of tail me heels.

Faith was the"boy"and Hope came in with her hired man resting on the redheads arm. It was incredible and every point turned to them. They even slow danced with each early, faith of course taking the principal. You have to recall this simply didn't happen in Lone-Star State twenty class ago, this was going to be the talk of the Ithiel Town for months.

Despite all their bickering and fighting, despite how dynamically diametrical opposite they were of each other. They were the first ones to come running to guard the other. My Henry Clay Frick and frack. My Abott and Costello. My sisters.

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

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

"That's to be expected with me ”, religion joked,"Freak girl here has to puzzle out it"

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

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

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

"What do you stand for ? ”, I said beginning to concern about that tell story mansion of religion

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

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

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

"Little help here freaky ! ”, 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 majuscule ”, I growled some more trying to keep my tincture down.

"It's not that bad ”, organized religion tried assuring

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

Which wasn't really comely and I regretted it the here and now it came out. religion could serve up it out but she couldn't handle it from her protagonist, alien yes, but not us. She was always incredibly deeply naturally tan despite eing a redhead, and her hair was more like Little Orphan Annie's. She always thought she was descended from the Apache and just caught all their genes in this lifetime.

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

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

Awesome chick.

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

"Better yet, accompany me ”, promise said beckoning in a fingerless gloved.

We exited the gym and wandered down the halls of the darken school. It was always Weird seeing this place at Nox. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the Twilight geographical zone reflection of a high shoal. No marvel so many horror film are in luxuriously schools 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 flyspeck place, two way ; a toilet and his support room/bedroom/kitchen. The only window being a small one in the bathroom.

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

Old Tyrone was buck naked and squatting over the prone form of our frailty corpus. She was tied spread eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly monolithic tool in and out of her mouth. He was nearly Beeder kinda big. For an old coot he was pretty in effect flesh if on the tight fitting side.

I had to allow, it had been a year since Old Tyrone had cobbler's last shoved his dick down my throat in our"detention"sessions with Vice head teacher Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in time noblewoman, I was getting bored with this silly cows piss poor blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his tool out of her oral fissure and smacking her across the face with it a couple times.

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

"organized religion, you go out and watch that room access ”, Tyrone told her

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

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

religion huffed but relented"mulct, 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 shook my deal and gave it a kiss. I kinda flushed at this. This old man was a treat. Even naked he was pretending to be courtly.

"Miss Polemonium van-bruntiae, I asked you here because I wanted to go under a topic of payment for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

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

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

"No no miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, I wanted you to roll in the hay that digging that money out of my retirement investment firm 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 since it opened 45 years ago. I retire in 3 month. I have seen students come and bookman go. Your ma went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the live man I had for nearly 20 years."

That should give birth 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 chairperson. And it has always remained a rock in a storm. But there was also a beastliness. An ugliness that stayed too"

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

"My people. dark citizenry. Always been treated like trash in this Ithiel 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 meanspirited old gripe on the bed to me was just living test copy that it would always remain underneath despite what that puncher in the whiteness home says ”.

He cleared his throat

"Then you and your sisters here came along. Yes, babe. It's no coincidence that you three found each other. I'm not talking flesh and pedigree. The Lord made your mommy and Poppa give you the name calling to detect each other in this diminished corner of His creation."

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

"And you young woman 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 former put aside their feuds around you girls. multitude are lost find comfort in your smiles. Black men and white men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one single Patrick White on black or blacken on White person criminal offense in this town since you three met ?"

That was the strangest thing. There had been an newspaper column about how detest crime had all but evaporated for the last two years in our townspeople. That was kinda spooky.

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

He was tearing up at this power point and his earnestness was making me feel like choking up a bit too.

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

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

I wiped back a tear 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 docile wight I have seen in years. The sweetest and the kind. Don't you think for a second base that Tyrone doesn't know about those vagabond kitten you've been raising behind the shop class 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 mantle to the vets in the park come wintertime. Some of them are my booster. They still talk about the dark holy man that brings them soup every dark from November to December.And I see you when you go record to the burn victim from all them fancy Holy Scripture you got. You see the darkness in the man so you pretend to be dark too. But you listen here girl, you are a scant ! You give the weak, the hungry, the inadequate a reason to keep going"

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

"In forgetful miss,"Tyrone said putting his hand on her berm,"you give them Hope."

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

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

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

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

"To hell with the cock sucking, I'm fucking him silly ”, 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 cock began to develop again.

I knelt know lifting up my chick so it wouldn't get too dirty even on the carpet and promise was beside me in a flash. She lifted her veil and just dived in. Even an epiphany wouldn't stop an viva voce addict like her.

hope and I sucked on the old blacken man's huge cock in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his phallus. He had made us sense 10 substructure grandiloquent, so we returned the party favour. Our knife and mouths found every in of his might beast. Hope would gag as she tried taking him down her throat, then I would do the same.

My make up was probably running from my eyes like a racoon at this power point but I couldn't give a dirt. Sucking this huge dick was my dispatch earthly concern. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his labored balls whilst Hope made brainsick gagging sounds as she tried shoving his putz down her throat.

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

"Me low gear ”, Bob Hope said jumping up and heading to the bed.

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

"Lick it kick, lubricate me up ”. Hope instructed the Dragon noblewoman and squatted down on her face.

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping sounds as she obediently licked out hope cooze. The buxom churl lady friend would grind into her expression then go away for a bit so that the VP could breathe then grind again. After a span minutes she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big putz into the young woman a tertiary his age. She groaned as his big substance penetrated her.

The Dragn Lady would flick her lingua up as Old Tyrone's testis would slap against her font. Tyrone began to seriously inscrutable prick promise. Soon his glob were slapping heavily up against the teen fille ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her clit too while she could.

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

He fucked her for a unspoiled 15 minutes before he started groaning.Hope implored him to stop over, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her frock. Silly missy. Like the the gentleman he was, Tyrone slowed down and pulled out.

Hope staggered over to me still wobbly in the leg and tagged out with me.

I crawled up on the bed and assumed the Lapp position. Tyrone was stroking his big dick and waiting for me to get lubed up by vice Principal Gordon's tongue. Instead I decided to fill it a dance step further.

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

"Eat it bitch ! ”, I commanded her.

She clearly did not want that. I had no spirit on getting laid or anal tonight. So I hadn't exactly prepared. Yeah, I had a big bowel movement earlier ( yeah, you needed to have sex that ) but I was definitely not saucy as a daisy. Gordon tried thrashing her top dog away.

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

And by sat on her cheek, I mean sat on her font. 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 s before I squatted up.

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

That did it. I felt the German Nazi Bitch's lingua faux pas up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by little girl, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the cleaning lady who made my sprightliness hell eat out my nasty ass was even better.

I had her clapper probe my defecator for a good4 or 5 minutes. She would gag and sputter but then I would originate to lower my ass back onto her and she would abide by. When I felt wet enough and loose enough, I turned around, still squatting on her face. This clock time she got my pussy.

Hope flipped up my dress and held it up. I tried getting traction against the wall, but my mitt were too slippery so I bit through the laces and yanked them off. Well there goes a hundred Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. But getting fucked in the ass by a Stephen Samuel Wise old man with a colossus dick was worth the cost of admission.

Tyrone spit on his cock and foul bitch Hope spit on my asshole and we were off to the airstream. Tyrone pushed that fat thing in my back entrance ever so slowly. God it was Brobdingnagian. He just ept pushing and stretching me wide. I bit my lip to stop from whimpering.

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

He started slacken and built up a pacing. Every jab seemed to stretch along me wide and push me more into the bed. safe thing Gordon was there to lick my clit or I thought I might guide out. Soon Tyrone had a unfluctuating inviolable metre 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 deserving it. Combined with the clit licking and sucking, my spunk being stretched in my ass I was soon cumming up a storm.I whimpered through each one of them as this dirty old grim man fucked my hit tight teen ass.

Tyrone fucked me silly for a estimable twenty instant as I came two to a greater extent times from his anal assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to pluck up the step. He was going to blow soon.

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

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


I laid down on side of Gordon and Hope followed causa on the former. I think the nazi squawk was just gladiola we weren't suffocating her in cunt any more than and made mild mewing sounds.

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

"And our tits"I said pulling the top Down and letting the mighty bazonga Sister free.

Hope did the Lapp and soon Tyrone was stroking his big meat in our trio of faces. We opened our lip across-the-board and wiggled our spit. I squeezed my bosom as he double fisted what had to be nearly a food of prime of life obscure meat.

Tyrone let out a vast moan and E. B. 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. virtually of what I got went on my cheek and chin and between my boobs. promise got some in her oral fissure. Gordon got up her nose, in her mouth and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his turncock smell of my nasty ass into the firedrake Lady's mouth. He really shoved in and made her clean his dick up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just encourage her.

I got up and decided it should be time to back to the terpsichore, we had been gone for just over half an 60 minutes at this point. I stuffed my slef in and tried straightening up. Hope wiped her cum off and licked my facial expression 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 ”, Hope assured me.

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

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

"Fuck it ”, I said

I washed the rest of my make up off my typeface in a few moment since half of it was gone already, and took my whisker out of its perfectly cifed braiding and buns. There, now I looked like Texas young woman. Wild ready, and boobs as big as the State. And Hope was right the grunge wasn't too bad.

I wandered back and Tyrone was zipping up and three a blanket over Gordon, who still had gobs of viscous cum clinging to her face. No clean up for her. Good.

"Could you two send in religion on your way out, I need to tattle 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 tool in Faith even once. During all our"detentions"when it was Faith's turn to get facefucked it was always Mr Ralston and not him. Weirder and weirder.

We went out into the Charles Martin Hall outside the kettle room and religion was smoking a joint leaning against the wall. Irish bull, nowadays we'd call her"a chronic"

"Took sufficiency 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 in effect one-half hour. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the joint in minutes. I was almost tempted to lease off back to the dance, it would be getting close to declaring the Prom magnate and Queen and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

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

She was crying and we ran to her.

"Are you okay ? Are you okay ?"I asked upset

"Don't good luck on me Apache ”, Hope pleaded

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

"whoreson, you don't look okay ? ”, Hope understated.

"No seriously I'm good, actually, I'm fucking wild ”, she said wiping a rent 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 eff how to say it ”, she said looking up trying to tranquilize down.

organized religion was never like this. I had seen her dislocation maybe three times in the entire 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 belt to her. But zip 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"

"sanctum 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 religion 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 fair sex by the name of Margo who had come to townsfolk some twenty years back. She didn't give a fuck about backwash, but her parents susre did. They met by accident one Nox and it was lie with at first-class honours degree mint.

It was a unsaved romance from the starting line. She was barely 18 and he was pushing 45. Plus she was Andrew Dickson White and he was pitch-dark. Lone-Star State was still reeling from the 60's and it would acquire it till now to finally catch up with a dim man being treated with obedience. But that didn't stop the making love birds.

In just a few month she was meaning with his baby and couldn't hide it anymore from her folk. She was going to go to college all expenses paid if she just terminated the child and never spoke of him again. Margo refused, she wanted to live the respite of her living with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a high school.

He couldn't let her present up her life though, despite how often he loved her. And even with his inviolable baptist source he implored her to get an abortion and draw a blank a run down old man. She refused, she was going to be with him to the end

Then one dark, Margo's comrade and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inches of his aliveness. They said they'd pour down him if he ever put his"nigger"hands on their sister again. Margo found out and said she'd run away with him.

Tyrone knew there was no way they could ever be free, or how that child could grow up in anything but fear and a kinsfolk 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 female child she called Faith in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the humankind could one day master its hatred and its bigotry and finally accept love.

She couldn't raise a minor alone and soon had to get back for a man that was willing to engage"broken goods"as her cracker kinsfolk 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 mother traits than her dad. She had his curly hair that was for sure enough. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn't mousse her hair's-breadth making more sense now. She also had her dad's ambling gait, his sailors oral cavity and his unblinking bravery.

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

Faith had always know Tyrone since she was a lilliputian girl, but he always thought of him as her female parent friend. He would often pick her up from schooltime. Always sent her Christmas Day present tense every year.

Hell she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had connective all over town and always convinced the sheriff to expect the early way when it came to her pot dealings and minor drinking.

When religious belief's female parent had died from drinking herself to death over grief, Tyrone almost wanted to do the Same. So he sold his family rest home and moved into the schooling just so he could buy the secret plan of land and the dawdler she lived in. The rip religion paid every calendar month was simply his mortgage.

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his entire biography. Stopping fight, pulling favour, keeping a ceiling over her psyche and always being her secret St. Nick and"supporter"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 articulation 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 puzzle"Faith just smiled

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

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

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

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

"I hear that, Tittsy..and Char.. Theres just one More thing ”, religious belief 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 right friend a redneck young woman could ever have"


I cried like a baby when she told me this.

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

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

Best night ever.

religion. Hope. And Charity.

Tyrone was right. This was no coincidence.

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

"dump, we better get back to the dance ”, religion said getting back into her rugged doll routine

"Yeah, Id hate to leave out the opportunity to genuflect at Angie Brollet's animal foot ”, hope snorted.

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

We shared another laugh and walked arm and down the hall. Me flanked on either English by my sis

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

The gym doorway flew open and our old pothead Pyxidanthera barbulata friend heyday popped out in a tie died sundress.

"Whoa, like there you are, off-the-wall ”, she said coming to a halt.

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

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

"The Prom King, Flower"promise said gently

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

"We'll be right there, heyday ”, I smiled trying to oppress a giggle

heyday flashed as the peace foretoken and went back in, after walking into the doorway first.

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

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

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

"Shut up freak girl ”, Faith snarked back

"Love you"the Goth teased back.

We stepped in the gymnasium as the corpus got ready to announce the Prom Riley B King

"And the family of 1990's Prom magnate is………….. ”, he looked dramatically at the composition,"Chet Baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My babe was the Martin Luther King Jr.. darn right he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprise, the trouncing of the Cowboys he led made him a brake shoe in. We still gave him screaming cheerfulness ! ! !

Then one of the Iranian banding guys gave a drum roll

"And the class of 1990's Prom Queen is……………………. Charity Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


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

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

A note that grounded me to realism was the low flavor on Angie Brollet's face. That meant it was genuine

I smiled and walked up the stairs onto the stagecoach. The tiara was put on my head. A big boquet of roses handed to me. Chet had to locomote my sleeve 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 entire time through getting dandy laughs from everyone. Then I was pushed up to the mike

There was the squeal of feedback, a deathly quiet.

Oh rightfulness. I'm supposed to say something.

"Ummmm..thank you. Go catamount"

What a stirring speech.

trust and Hope loved it though. I even saw them osculate in the crowd. What nutbars.

The base was cleared for our dancing as the promenade magnate and Queen.

It was so magical. I felt like a princess.

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

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

What the… ?

That's when Chet got to one knee.

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

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

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

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

Ohmygodohmygod

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


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've become a warm person because of you. A better soul. And I cant think of not spending the rest of my lifespan 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 heart stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The plaza went wild. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The dance band began to play



Chet stood up and gave me one of the not bad kisses any girl ever had in the chronicle of the world.


Best.

Night.

Ever .