Noah

Noah has an admirer.

Nothing surprising about that, you might think - he's a hot boy.

But Noah's is a secret admirer.

And Noah has absolutely no idea who he might be.

"It started off with a few anonymous letters in the mail", Noah tells us once we'd finished taking his pictures.

"The first one was quite sweet, but the next one was real dirty and the guy made it plain exactly what he wanted to do to me.

"Then a few gifts started arriving in the mail.

"Candy...  CDs (but I don't even like Barbra Streisand)... and today the local store delivered this big bunch of flowers."

But Noah's getting frustrated.

"I just wish the guy would show up in person", he says.

"I really liked that letter with the dirty stuff in it - and, if he's as hot as he sounds, I'm definitely up for hooking up with him."

We don't want to upset sweet Noah, but we suddenly feel we've got to throw a spanner in the works.

What if it's not a guy?  What if it's a girl?

"Oh my God", shrieks Noah (is he sure he doesn't like Barbra S.?).

"Nooo...  It can't be a girl...  It just can't.  After all, read for yourself exactly what the guy wants to do to me."

We read the letter.

Haven't you ever, we ask naive young Noah, heard of a strap-on?

No, it turns out..

But he has now.

And then all the colour drains from Noah's suddenly very apprehensive looking face....