charity John Paul Jones here again.

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

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

The final calendar week of heights schooltime. Here it was.

A bunch of exam and lots of survey prison term. The schoolhouse became a ghost town to the pupil that did show up to inhume their heads in rule book. I even went to school to canvas just to avoid the pleasures of the flesh that might happen me at abode in the trailer park.

And then those were over.

Then it was Grad on that final exam Friday.

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

The three of us ; my tomboy advantageously supporter Faith and well-endowed Goth pal Hope wanted to go up and flash the bunch when we got our sheepskin. We even made sure we were bleak 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 socio-economic class Valedictorian. Yes, I was missy top-notch democratic year president and cheerleader captain. But Hope was a freaking Eruca sativa scientist mad brain under her oral exam fixation.

I cant remember what for the lifespan of me what she said, just that it was reassuring. I was too occupy reflecting on this second. How proud I was of my protagonist. Of all my supporter. How I was once an elite boarding school fille who wouldn't dare talk to such freaks like her and organized religion, but now I couldn't imagine any early place on earth I'd rather be.

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

Momma was so proud 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 adult female in our line of descent to calibrate eminent school in three generations. Plus, I was going to university adjacent year.

"I just can't believe I've helped raise such a perfect tense missy ”, mamma gushed between tears.

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


We didn't party hearty that nighttime as I had to go over final details for the travel along night.

Prom Night.

This was it. The terminal night of my being a high school day missy. The Night many women never get over, or never block off regretting.

It had to be perfect.

It was going to be an Arabian night. Partly my salute to our boy out fighting in Desert Storm. Some of them were barely older than me. Some of them never got a hazard to pin a bouquet to a fille. most were just trying to make sure enough they didn't come domicile in a bag.

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

mummy spared no expense on my garb either. She spent two weeks wages peeling at the Zebra Club to pay for it. It was a germ of superbia for her that I was the solitary teenager in the county that was going to her prom in hand tailored designer dress.

It was stunning too.Thick red silks and a low cut bodice. Sleeveless with a Elwyn Brooks White velvet inlay. Blue ermine cuts in the chick. I was the sulphurous American flag. The gloves were darling too ; laced up to the cubital joint in white leather.

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

Marcus even bough me diamond earrings as my grad present tense. They were worth a fortune. I still have them and bring them out for fancy function 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 bighearted. A perfectly cut blackened black tie that filled showed the crystalise edges of his mesomorphic soma. For the first clock time since that night in the car when he became my cuckold I actually wanted to be intimate him. But I decided he had to still wait.

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

The limousine device driver was none other than George ; Chet's dad and my dom. He even wore the punch-drunk chaffeur cap.

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

I howled at this.

We played kissy aspect delicately while George III drove us to the gym. Chet was so astounded at how stunning I was in my frock and hair done to the nines ( thanks to Patti, for hoodlum rock lesbian she sure knew how to hit a girl pretty ) and couldn't keep his eyes of my cleavage. He didn't like the gloves, I was almost pissed off, but he had his cause 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 Night, it was intimation taking. Pinarets sweeping to the cap, wafting dune James Jerome Hill that seemed to be just in the aloofness but were merely back drop. Bells and nose chime giving the touch of the alien. The punch table was taken over by samovar's serving punch. full moon metal dinner trays with exotic inwardness 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 experience cost a lot. I didn't remember authorizing any of this ! It should give been tinny 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 Light Within and beauty.

But for me, the real prize were my best champion religious belief and Bob Hope

trust 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 come until I begged and pleaded for days and they finally broke down.

They came as each other's date.

Hope was resplendent in all black with a matching low cut bodice like my own. Her pilus was loose and natural state to her shoulder and she wore a lace see through veil over her look in a tarty Arabian style.

Faith on the other hand…was in a dinner jacket. Okay, at least the top of it was. She wore a tiny blacken skirt to correspond her sharp blazer and bow tie. Topped off with fishnets and black fuck me heels.

religious belief was the"boy"and Hope came in with her paw resting on the Aythya americana arm. It was incredible and every head turned to them. They even slow danced with each other, Faith of course taking the lead. You have to recollect this simply didn't happen in Texas twenty years ago, this was going to be the talk of the townsfolk for months.

Despite all their bickering and combat, despite how dynamically polar opposite they were of each other. They were the first 1 to come 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 ”, Faith joked,"junky little girl here has to work it"

"Just because you have a juke cock doesn't mean value I'm going to put out at the end of the Nox ”, Bob 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 lecture to you about that,"trust said fidgeting

"What do you mean ? ”, I said beginning to worry about that tell tale mark of Faith

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

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

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

"Little assist here freaky ! ”, trust implored Leslie Townes Hope

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 great ”, I growled some more trying to keep my step down.

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

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

Which wasn't really fair and I regretted it the second it came out. religious belief could dish out it out but she couldn't handle it from her friends, strangers 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 Apaches and just caught all their gene in this lifetime.

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

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

Awesome chick.

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

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

We exited the gym and wandered down the halls of the darkened shoal. It was always unearthly seeing this station at night. Like we were walking in another world, that this was the Twilight zona mirror image of a high school. No wonder so many horror motion picture are in high school at nighttime ; it's a different world.

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

We knocked on the room access and heard him call up out"seed on in girls"

Old Tyrone was buck naked and squatting over the prone word form of our vice Principal. She was tied spread eagled and naked to his bed. Tyrone was shoving a truly monumental gumshoe in and out of her oral cavity. 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 class since Old Tyrone had last shoved his dick down my throat in our"detention"sessions with vice corpus Gordon. I had always wondered what it would be like in my pussy.

"Just in sentence ladies, I was getting bored with this silly cows micturate poor blowjobs ”, Tyron said pulling his gumshoe out of her sassing and smacking her across the facial expression with it a couple times.

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

"faith, you go out and determine that door ”, Tyrone told her

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

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

organized religion huffed but relented"fine, whatever"

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

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

"girl Charity, I asked you here because I wanted to settle a matter of defrayment for tonight ”, he said succinctly.

"Oh don't you worry Tyrone, I'll gladly suck you and have sex you blind for how you're treating the Dragon ma'am"

All three of us laughed at this, and I began to unbrace my gloves. 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 ?"

"young lady charity, I've been at this schooling since it opened 45 yr ago. I retire in 3 months. I have seen scholar come and scholarly person go. Your mom went here and your Grandmomma went here, it fact she was the hottest small-arm I had for nearly 20 years."

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

He continued.

"I've been here through wars and integration, through protest and way too many President of the United States. And it has always remained a tilt in a tempest. But there was also a meanness. An wickedness that stayed too"

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

"My people. colorise hoi polloi. Always been treated like trash in this Town. The ire. The figting…. The making love lost ”, he said looking away the doorway for moment.

"I thought it was going to go on forever, and that mean old kick on the bed to me was just living trial impression that it would always continue underneath despite what that cowherd in the flannel House says ”.

He cleared his throat

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

He put his mitt on my shoulder joint 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 naught like it. People that hate each other put aside their feuds around you girls. multitude are lost encounter ease in your smiles. blackness men and E. B. White men talk about you as you pass. Did you know there has not been one single Elwyn Brooks White on black or black on white crime in this town since you three met ?"

That was the strange thing. There had been an editorial about how hate crime had all but evaporated for the last two years in our town. That was kinda spooky.

"And you, young lady brotherly love. You have been the one that binded them. You got something in you girl. A light. Something that brings comfort. That brings felicity. And I aint just talking the sex. You bring out the best in everyone around you. You are called Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and your Jacob's ladder of heart spreads out to everyone around you"

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

"And that's why I paid for tonight outta my nest egg. That was my payment 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 exception 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 Hope

"Now you girl, I don't get all this hooey dooey dressin up like a lamia shit you do. You are the gentlest wight I have seen in long time. The sweetest and the tolerant. Don't you think for a back that Tyrone doesn't know about those stray kitty 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 cover to the veterinary in the ballpark come wintertime. Some of them are my supporter. 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 burning victims from all them fancy books you got. You see the dark in the cosmos so you pretend to be black too. But you listen here girl, you are a lighter ! You give the weak, the hungry, the pitiful a cause to continue going"

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

"In short young lady,"Tyrone said putting his hand on her shoulder,"you give them Hope."

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

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

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

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

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

The three of us laughed at this.

"well, I aint gon na argue with a twain ladies ”, Tyrone smiled as his shaft began to acquire again.

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

Hope and I sucked on the old black man's immense stopcock in earnest. No, to say that would belittle it. We worshipped his Phallus. He had made us feel 10 feet marvelous, so we returned the favour. Our tongue 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 optic like a racoon at this power point but I couldn't establish a shite. Sucking this immense dick was my arrant world. I flicked out my tongue and juggled his heavy balls whilst Leslie Townes Hope made vomit up gagging sound as she tried shoving his rooster down her throat.

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

"Me foremost ”, Hope said jumping up and heading to the bed.

She crawled up onto the bed and straddled the vice Principlas human face and face the wall. She put her manpower on it to steady herself. I walked over and flipped up her skirt. Like me, the hobo wasn't wearing panties.

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

VP Gordon made gasping and slurping sounds as she obediently licked out hope cooze. The busty tyke girl would bray into her facial expression then move away for a 2d so that the VP could suspire then grind again. After a couplet bit she signalled she was ready.

Tyrone got up behind her steadily and slipped his big tool into the girlfriend a third gear his age. She groaned as his big meat penetrated her.

The Dragn ma'am would flicker her natural language up as Old Tyrone's orchis would slap against her boldness. Tyrone began to seriously rich dick promise. Soon his balls were slapping heavily up against the teen girls ass. Gordon gave her best and flicked at her clit too while she could.

I was standing by watching, I pulled up my skirt and fingered my self as my gal pal got fucked silly. There was something really nasty and hot about seeing grampa and the schooltime 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 commodity 15 minutes before he started groaning.Hope implored him to stop, she didn't want any cum dripping onto her dress. Silly lady friend. Like the the gentleman he was, Tyrone slowed down and pulled out.

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

I crawled up on the bed and assumed the Same military position. Tyrone was stroking his big gumshoe 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 font instead.

"Eat it bitch ! ”, I commanded her.

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

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

And by sat on her typeface, I mean sat on her face. I put my consistency weight unit on her. She was twitching and struggling as she buried in my big stave 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 gripe's glossa mooring up into my ass. I love getting rimmed by girls, when I'm cleaned that is. Making the woman who made my life-time hell eat out my nasty ass was even better.

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

Hope flipped up my clothes and held it up. I tried getting traction against the wall, but my gloves were too tricky so I bit through the laces and yanked them off. Well there goes a hundred Buck. But getting fucked in the ass by a wise old man with a monstrosity cock was worth the damage of admission.

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

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

He started slow and built up a tempo. Every thrust seemed to stretch me encompassing and push me more into the bed. Good matter Gordon was there to lick my clit or I thought I might pass out. Soon Tyrone had a calm secure pulsation pounding into me half way. It was great.

There would be no more anal retentive sex this weekend after this monster tore me apart but it was worth it. Combined with the button thrashing and sucking, my nervousness 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 effective twenty minutes as I came two more times from his anal assulat. Soon he was grunting and groaning and trying to find fault up the pace. He was going to blow soon.

"No, no, wait ”, I said being my turn not wanting to completely break 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Yup, my ass was ruined for the weekend, we're talking serious stool softeners from the pharmacy ( you did want all the foul contingent ).


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

"Cum on her faces ”, Leslie Townes Hope said getting the hint

"And our tits"I said pulling the top John L. H. Down and letting the mighty bazonga sisters free.

Hope did the same and soon Tyrone was stroking his big pith in our trio of faces. We opened our rima oris wide and wiggled our tongues. I squeezed my tits as he double fisted what had to be nearly a nutrient of prime dark meat.

Tyrone let out a vast moan and white fusillade 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-Chin and between my breast. Hope got some in her mouth. Gordon got up her nose, in her backtalk and in her eye.

Ha !

Tyrone then fed his cock smelling of my nasty ass into the Dragon noblewoman's mouth. He really shoved in and made her unobjectionable his shaft up well. She was choking and glurking, but that just advance her.

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

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

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

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

"nookie it ”, I said

I washed the ease of my give up off my face in a few instant since one-half of it was gone already, and took my hair out of its perfectly cifed tress and tush. There, now I looked like Lone-Star State miss. wilderness ready, 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 blanket over Gordon, who still had Jack-tar of pasty cum clinging to her case. No clean up for her. Good.

"Could you two send in religion 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 pecker in faith 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 student residence outside the steam boiler elbow room and religion was smoking a juncture leaning against the paries. Shit, nowadays we'd call her"a chronic"

"Took decent metre"she grunted,"thought you were going to be in there trough dawn"

"Smartass ”, I said taking her roast,"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 kettle room.

Bob Hope and I were out there a good half hour. Got a bit bored actually when we finished the joint in minute. I was almost tempted to take away off back to the dance, it would be getting close to declaring the prom King and queer and I wanted to see who won. Probably Angie Brollet. That bitch.

Just as I was about to give up religious belief walked out.

She was crying and we ran to her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, he said something middling vivid stuff to us too, what did he assure you"

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

religious belief was never like this. I had seen her dislocation maybe three time in the entire metre I've known her. Yes, she'd cry softly with me alone at night when she snuck through my windowpane after her sot ass dad took the belt to her. But naught like this. Never anything like this.

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

faith took a deep hint, 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 ”, Faith laughed.

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

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

It was a doom Romance language 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 take it till now to finally view up with a melanise man being treated with obedience. But that didn't stop the love birds.

In just a few calendar month she was pregnant with his child and couldn't hide it anymore from her crime syndicate. She was going to go to college all disbursal paid if she just terminated the babe and never spoke of him again. Margo refused, she wanted to live the rest of her sprightliness with Tyrone even if he was just a janitor at a gamy school.

He couldn't let her move over up her life though, despite how much he loved her. And even with his strong baptist root word he implored her to get an miscarriage and forget a wear old man. She refused, she was going to be with him to the end

Then one night, Margo's brothers and dad found Tyrone and beat him within inches of his life. They said they'd kill him if he ever put his"nigger"hands 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 relieve, or how that baby could grow up in anything but reverence and a fellowship lost from her.

So he broke up with Margo.

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

Margo gave birth to a baby female child she called organized religion in remberance of the faith that Tyrone gave her that the world could one day have the best its hate and its bigotry and finally accept love.

She couldn't erect a shaver alone and soon had to steady down for a man that was unforced to take"broken good"as her cracker syndicate called her. That was trust's"dad"she had known all her life.

Faith had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting more of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly haircloth 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 pace, his bluejacket mouth and his unflinching bravery.

The man who"raised"her always knew she wasn't his girl and only knew a pitch-dark man was her father. So he hated all blackened men for taking what was his, because Margo never wanted another shaver. And when she passed he took his anger out on trust, who fought back

trust had always know Tyrone since she was a short girl, but he always thought of him as her mothers friend. He would often pick her up from school. Always sent her Noel presents every year.

Hell she discovered he had been looking out for her ever since. He had joining all over townsfolk and always convinced the sheriff to expect the other way when it came to her pot dealing and minor drinking.

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

This kindly old man had been watching her from afar his entire life. Stopping fights, pulling party favour, keeping a roof over her head and always being her secluded santa and"booster"for giving on her birthday and Christmas.

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

religion had rolled up another joint 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"trust just smiled

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

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

There was a peace to her now. She didn't doubt a word 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 mystify night ”, I shook my head.

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

"Whats that ?"

Faith wrapped her sleeve around me and held me tonight and whispered in my ear,"Thank you, thank you for being the best friend a redneck young lady could ever experience"


I cried like a babe when she told me this.

"semen here freak lady friend, I didn't make it this far without you either ”, Faith said through tears or her own extending her arm to Hope

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

C. H. 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.

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

"Yeah, Id hate to miss the chance to scrape at Angie Brollet's fundament ”, Hope snorted.

"fuck kick ”, was my retort.

We shared another laugh and walked arm and down the hall. Me flanked on either side of meat by my babe

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

The gym doorway flew out-of-doors and our old pothead pixie Quaker peak popped out in a tie died sundress.

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

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

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

"The Prom King, flower"Hope said gently

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

"We'll be right there, blossom ”, I smiled trying to curb a giggle

peak flashed as the peace sign and went back in, after walking into the door 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 trace of foreshadowing.

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

"Shut up junkie young lady ”, Faith snarked back

"Love you"the goth teased back.

We stepped in the middle school as the school principal got ready to denote the prom Martin Luther King

"And the Class of 1990's prom mogul is………… .. ”, he looked dramatically at the theme,"Chet baker ! ! ! !"

We all cheered at that. My babe was the mogul. red cent right he is ! It wasn't exactly a surprisal, the trouncing of the puncher he led made him a skid in. We still gave him screaming cheers ! ! !

Then one of the Persian set cat gave a drum coil

"And the class of 1990's Prom queen regnant is……………………. brotherly love Jones ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"


religious belief and Hope went nuts jumping up and down on either side of me. They shook me so arduous 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 note of hand that grounded me to realism was the vanquish look on Angie Brollet's boldness. That meant it was real

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

Faith and hope were screaming the full time through getting majuscule jape 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 Cougars"

What a stirring speech.

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

The story was cleared for our dance as the Prom Martin Luther King Jr. 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 digit. A boom microphone came down on a conducting wire 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 number 1 day I met you two yr ago on the airfield 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 wink"

Ohmygodohmygod

"I was in honey with you from the moment I saw you. You've been with me in all the good clock time and the bad times. With me in my frustration and our victory"


Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"I've go a firm person because of you. A skillful individual. And I cant think of not spending the rest of my living without you"

OH. MY. GOD.

Out came the mob from his scoop which he presented to me.

"Charity Alexandra Jones……will you marry me"

My heart stopped

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

He slipped the ring on my finger.

The lieu went wild. Balloons dropped from the ceiling.The band began to diddle



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


Best.

night.

Ever .