Carmela didn't really want to talk to the driver. Caterina, giving up on trying to communicate through looks, moved in the seat he had left empty.

"What did he say?"

"He knows it's me," for the first time in her adult life Carmela felt tears bubbling. Exposed was the twins' nightmare.

"It's good, only mom knows which is which. He must really like you," Caterina successfully encouraged her. "Maybe you should talk, see what he wants."

Carmela got up from her seat and approached Oz, him studiously pretending he wasn't noticing her walk of shame, he was too invested in the plot of the movie. His teeth shined in the screen light when she reached the last row, to advance to the end seat, his. It made Carmela choose that exact spot for herself, so she climbed in his lap, her breasts catching his breath through the thin silk that followed her movements.

He kissed them through it, the dry feel of his lips making Carmela shiver, goosebumps raising to defend her. The loose top came off easily, exposing her under the movie's ambient light, the metal grey of city outlines. Oz moved his head to see Caterina, afraid she might be watching them, Carmela turning his attention back to her with a kiss. The twins didn't invade each other's rare private time. In high school, double dates left Caterina to philosophize with her date at a picnic, while Carmela made out with some rocker in the backseat of his car, never leaving the parking lot.

Just like that night in Oz's hotel room, after asking him if she could film them, her kiss worked in eliminating doubt out of his mind, his lips following her neck to reach lower.

The first time she and Oz had sex, two years before, it also began with her climbing him, as he sat on the bed. She was already naked, after a short striptease dance she had perfectioned just that day, at dance class. Improved by additions like turning around and bending over so that he could see what he was getting. He was also naked, his clothes flew off first, his pants had been in the way of their previous activity, the bulk of which she had spent mostly on her knees. Leaning on her back to take her phone from the puddle of clothes, offering her top half to him, which he promptly took, Carmela knew it would be a good video. She didn't imagine how good, even as she felt him entering her for the first time, her knees tensing against the bed. His hands guided her through a rhythm that made it impossible for her to hold the camera on them for more than a few minutes, dropping it on the bed.

There was no indiscreet eye in the dark movie theater, rushed hands touched her wetness without trying, working their way to undo his belt. Hands on his shoulders, Carmela waited for their skins to touch, down where she was wet, before using her knees to slightly raise herself up, breasts poking his face, getting cold with heat from his breathing. He was finally ready, fumbling through a condom wrapper, adding a new feeling to the skin her stomach, tight wet latex. He guided her over him and pulled her down in his lap, forcing a moan out of her. From there, she took over.