<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Noah</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Giga </div><br/>Noah nodded. Finally, a place for him to spend the night that didn't involve all of the other captives with their sleep farting and snoring that kept him up most nights. Of course it could be just as bad with Maria and Giga. The slender male shook his head. That was probably not logical for Maria. She was definitely a lady. Not much sleeping might happen though. Giga wanted Noah<em>and</em>Maria probably for some threesome fun. The thought made him a little uneasy. Though Noah was able to understand the beauty of a woman, he also knew that he was one hundred percent gay. But if Giga wanted him to play along in his rendition of a minajatwa, Noah would go with it and hopefully put on a good enough show. He really hoped that Maria knew what was going to happen later. She was such a darling girl, he didn't want there to be any surprises for her she wasn't ready for.<br/><br/>"I've never done anything with a girl before," Noah whispered. He was trying to keep it low enough so that Giga would not hear him. Any little thing could set off a raider and Noah sure as hell didn't want to set off the largest and strongest of all of them. So instead of say anything more Noah got into his meditating position again, resting his forearms on his thighs before pulling completely back into himself and drowning everything else out. Once inside of his own head, Noah started sorting out all of the voices that seemed to still be breaking through some. His father's voice was completely gone. That was a good thing. Thinking of his father would only break him further. Several other voices were gone too, but the strong, annoying ones were still there, nagging at him quietly in the background of the dark room. "Who are you?" They asked. Noah didn't have an answer.<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>A chill pulled Noah out of his meditation. He was starting to get a little bit cold, his nipples perky underneath his white cotton shirt. Being pierced they were always hard, but right now they were so hard they hurt. It had gotten quite a bit darker outside and the temp was starting to drop. Nights in the desert could get a little chilly especially for a one hundred and fifteen pound ginger with a tanning problem.