You’re watching her belly button, but you know she’s touching herself for you… The classroom is empty. And there she is, standing. Shy. The camera lingers just under her blouse. Her belly button peeks out. Round. She covers her stomach. Then hesitates… Grabs the metal tweezers. Opens it. Dirty. Deep. Vulnerable. She takes off her skirt. She picks up a cotton swab. Slides it in. Twists. Cleans. She giggles. Then she smells it. And laughs again. Like what she’s feeling can’t be said out loud. Cut. Now she’s in bed. Still shy. Still quiet. But she’s not the same anymore. She sucks on her finger. Then pushes it into her belly button. Slow. Hungry. She circles. Presses. Trembles. Moans. She touches herself like everything depends on it. And she finishes like that. Shaking. Moaning. Still in uniform. Like keeping the secret makes it even better. She’s not hiding. She lets you see her. And you know… if you don’t stop now, you’ll come back to watch her again. (201202_01)