"Thepressure our parents put on us to be what they want us to be."She didn't say anything. Maybe I may have said too much on my soapbox."I'm sorry," I...said. "I can get carried away about societalexpectations sometimes. Besides-" I forced a chuckle. "You chose a maleavatar, yourself." Hey now," she said. "I only chose this character for his agility andrecovery rate" she said, I saw her trying to hide a smile behind agrin.I feel like I'm being played. "Really?" I chuckled. "You sound likesomeone. That was really nothing and..." And I'm a nothing. I'm a big fat zero and all the guys know it. Everybody in the whole darned school!" That's not true." That's what all the girls think too."Jennifer couldn't resist reaching over to touch Skip on the wrist as she spoke. "I'm a girl, Skip. And I don't think that." You don't?" Skip gasped, staring up at her in disbelief. His heart was suddenly beating wildly in his chest, but he shook his head miserably, certain the attractive older woman was just. Are you going to be a brat or the extraordinary, kind, smart boy that I know?”I wasn’t extraordinary, or even smart. But I did see some logic in what he said.That afternoon, Dan set about teaching me to play chess. He used that as a way to get us talking about strategy, meticulous planning, pre-positioning resources, and all sorts of real life applications.Then on Christmas Eve, Dan helped me work out some broad targets. The first was easy, prompted by my rage at how Harry was being treated.. .. or five... or maybe seven.”Most of the girls just laugh, but two of them step forward and one of them says, “That’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”The other turns to a somewhat plump redhead and says, “What do you say, Sylvia? You’ve wondered about it yourself.”Sylvia looks around and says, “Do we have to do it out here where everybody can see?”The first girl puts her hands on Sylvia’s shoulders and says, “All you are going to see is twat, so who knows if someone is watching.” Then she.