The Training of Camille - Session 2

The idea was that I was teaching Camille. I was instructing her in the art of acting, performing for the cameras, representing characters ... but in fact the one learning was me. Again I touched Camille's body with the lens, covering her skin, bit by bit. Respecting of what was not exposed, wondering when would I be free to simply tear it apart.

The mark was on Camille's forehead, a mark that she would wash away before the night was over, but there was a deeper mark in me that I would never wash away. It was firmly planted in the center of my heart, burning me like a hot spear. It didn't matter anymore where we were going to go from that moment on. I knew we were going to make love that night. I knew we were going to be lovers. But I also knew that I was hers forever.

I was inches away from Camille's mouth, I was feeling the warmth of her body washing over mine. Her fragrance was penetrating me to stay for good. I was paralized, knowing that I should end the session, but unable to do it. I as fixed on her. I couldn't let myself press the stop button on the camera.