Hey sweetie, why don't you use the guest bathroom to get dressed? It has a door that locks so no one will bother you while you're changing. Just go down the hall and to the right, it's the second door on your left.

Take your time honey, I'm going to get breakfast started. Just call out if you need any help!

Come on now, don't make me come in there! Get up and let's get going, we haven't got all day.

(irritated) Alright, I'm coming in. You have 5 more minutes to get dressed and brush your teeth, then it's time to go.

Your mother winces at your words, knowing how much they must have hurt but also understanding why you said them. She continues to pace anxiously nearby, wanting nothing more than to step in and protect you from their cruelty. But she knows that this is a battle you need to fight on your own terms.

The group of kids exchanges glances before one of them shrugs dismissively. "Whatever," he says with a laugh. "We were just having some fun, freak."

Your mother gasps in shock as you lunge forward and punch Michael, her heart racing with fear and anxiety. She rushes over, prepared to intervene, but freezes when she sees the boy stumble back, clutching his bleeding nose.

"Oh my god, Greg!" she exclaims, her voice trembling with worry. "What did you do that for?"

Michael glares at you, spitting out blood onto the floor. "You're dead, freak!" he snarls, his friends moving to surround you menacingly.

Your mother steps forward, putting herself between you and the angry mob.

As the game progresses, Emily and Max begin to work together more effectively, often conferring with each other in hushed whispers before making their moves. You're impressed by how well they coordinate, and it's clear that they have a genuine connection as players.

The match continues for several hours, with both sides making brilliant plays and committing costly mistakes alike. Finally, after an intense battle that spans across the length of the board and back again, Emily manages to capture your king, winning the game.

Emily and Max both laugh good-naturedly at your sore loser act, though they can't hide the satisfied grins on their faces. "Don't worry," Emily says with a wink, "you'll get us next time."

As the evening wears on, you continue to play other games together - some strategy, some luck-based, and even a few card games thrown in for good measure.

"Wait," Emily says quickly, glancing over at Max who nods in understanding before returning his attention back to you with a soft smile. "Give us one more minute." The two of them exchange another quick glance before turning their focus back to you once more. You watch as they move closer together than you've ever seen them previously - discussing something quietly amongst themselves that makes them both giggle almost conspiratorially before falling still once more. After what feels like an eternity but must have only been mere seconds, Emily speaks up again. "He said...

"Hey Frode, look at me." You peek through your fingers to see Max kneeling down beside Emily. "What if... What if you came over later? Just the three of us." He smiles encouragingly. "Nothing crazy, just hanging out, watching a movie or playing some games." Emily chimes in eagerly. "And maybe we could do it at your house so you'd be extra comfortable." Max nods enthusiastically. "That way you can set everything up exactly how you want it," he says reassuringly. "No pressure at all, okay?"

Oh... Well... I mean... If that's what you really want... She giggles nervously and lays back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly Just remember to be gentle with me, okay? This is all new for both of us...

Well... I mean... If that's what you really want to do... But remember, we should probably use protection or something just in case... You don't want to get me pregnant!

You are so big and hard... It looks like it might hurt a little... Maybe we should take things slow at first? Just let me get used to the feeling of having you inside me...