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“I remember the time on the school bus back before anyone could drive, Jenny bet me a dollar, to put my hand down her jeans to prove she wears thong undies. Saying that I am such a baby, for not knowing, that’s how that all started, she felt like she had to teach me everything. Anyways back then I was still where Mickey Mouse Briefs and did even think about what was underneath. She beat me to feel that she was not a virgin, that she was all open and smooth, unlike me at the time. I didn’t even shave my legs yet. So, I did, I went for it. The rush here was touching a girl inappropriately, with everyone looking, and hoping the driver didn’t see.

I’ll never forget Danny Hover looking over the site with Andrea Doeskin smelling, like little perv’s, and Shy saying- ‘Oh my God’- snickering at the fact, from the set accordingly. Yeah, it’s that kind of rush I get, over and over being with them. Just like Jenny got Liv fixed up with Dilco, it’s all about the rush in the end. Jenny can be a hell of a lot of fun, and it’s that fun that keeps me coming back for more, the same way Liv and Maddie do, and other girls keep trying to be like us, it’s all about the craziness. I don’t know why but when I am with them- I want to be so naughty! I remember Marcel smacking my butt, just to be cute, every time he would see me in the hallways of a school. -Yeah, he’s weird, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him as I was- well… doing me. Yet Ray’s photo was looking at me on my nightstand.

~*~

In my bed, I snap the bright light off when I hear my little sis coming down the hall, everyone goes back to being fuzzy, like I’m not looking at my room but only at a blurry photo of my room that was taken with a shaky hand incorrectly and nothing match up with the real thing. My sis went into the bathroom next door to tinkle, so I snapped on my nightlight, and then that light modifies everything, so it looks somewhat ordinary again. If my sis sees my light on from the crack at the bottom of my door, she will come bursting in. I have learned to keep it as dark as I can when I hear her coming run down the hallway. I love her, yet I want my privacy.

All at once it comes back to me, like a hangover rush all my blood starts going back up into my head: the party, my sis getting laid, the argument with Ray, falling to Marcel, all the sex, all the drinking, and drugs, it’s all thumping hard in my brain, like my covered button was a few moments ago, on cam. I am still lying here uncovered, with everything still out in the open.

‘Kellie!’ My door swings open, hammering the door handle against my wall, and sis comes bolting across my room, jumping in my bed, pacing over my textbook's notebooks, love notes, and pills of dirty tops and bottoms and discarded jeans, I panic thinking my Victoria’s Secret Heritage Pink nighty way over there on the floor, where I thought it off and left it the night before. Yet it’s not liked my sis has not seen me naked before… but is wired when this happens.

Something is not right, something seems very wrong and oggie; something skirts the edges of my memory, but then it is gone as my head pounds and sis is bouncing on my bed on top of me, throwing her arms and legs around my nude torso.

Saying- ‘So what are you going to show me today?’ I am thinking to myself- girl you already got it down, doing what you’re doing now, I don’t need to teach you anything. Kellie- she is so hot… (Oh God not in that way, she’s- my sis.) She is like a little furnace with her worth coming from her tiny body. It’s not too long before her nighty rides up, and I can see it all in my face like she wants to be just like me, and then she starts asking her questions.”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh Dreaming of you Play with Me

“Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering, There’s a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in.’ ‘What an extraordinary poem. Ruth Zardo?’ ‘Leonard Cohen.”
― Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace

“There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen

“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack; a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen

“There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in." – Leonard Cohen”
― Bree Wiley, Pretty Broken Doll

“There’s a Leonard Cohen poem,” Micah said. “‘There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
― Kyla Stone, The Last Sanctuary Omnibus #1-5: The Complete Post-Apocalyptic Survival Series

“Ernest Hemingway was right—there is a crack in everything, and that is how the light gets in.

Let warmth touch your wound; let your pain cleanse you in all its entirety.”
― Felisa Tan, In Search for Meaning

“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
― Jean Grainger, Letters of Freedom

“Ring the bells that still can ring / Forget your perfect offering. / There is a crack in everything, / That’s how the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen”
― Andrea Perron, House of Darkness House of Light: The True Story Volume One

“Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
― Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace

“There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.     LEONARD COHEN en Anthem”
― Anonymous

“Leonard Cohen’s song “Anthem” comes from how much comfort and hope they give me as I put “enough” into practice: “There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
― Brené Brown, Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead

“Leonard (Cohen) never broke my heart, but his songs have, every time I sing or hear one of them. As Leonard says, “There is a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in.”
― Judy Collins, Sweet Judy Blue Eyes: My Life in Music

“Look, Dad. I’m okay. I like this girl. Everything’s normal.

“Only my father,” I say to Tina, “would imagine that anyone could find paperwork arousing.”

“What?” Her smile is a touch too wide, a little too faked. “Don’t tell me your media training didn’t cover this, either.”

I set the stack of papers on the flat surface of my desk and gesture Tina to sit in the leather-bound executive chair.

“What am I supposed to say, then? Come on, baby. It’s a nondisclosure agreement. You’ll like it. I promise.”

She gives me an unimpressed look. “God,” she says. “And I thought you were supposed to be a good liar. That’s not how you do it.” She bites her lip and then she leans toward me. Her eyelashes sweep down, and when she talks, she lowers her voice toward sultry.

“I don’t know, Blake.” She bites her lip and reaches gingerly for the papers, stroking her thumb along the edge. “It’s so…big. I’m not sure it will fit.”

I almost choke. She looks up with a touch of a smile.

Fuck. I started this.

“We’ll go nice and slow.” I pull a chair beside her and sit down, and very slowly take a pen from the holder. “Tell me if it hurts and I can stop anytime. I promise.”

“Be gentle.”

I know we’re just joking. I know this doesn’t mean anything. Still, my body doesn’t know this is a show when I lean toward her. I don’t feel like I’m lying when I inhale the sent of her hair. It goes straight to my groin, a stab of lust. “Trust me,” I murmur.

She’s sitting in my chair. She’s smaller than me and all that dark leather surrounds her, blending in with her hair. But when she looks up, tilting her head toward me, she doesn’t seem tiny. She pulls the first paper-clipped section of pages to her, glances at the first paragraph, and wrinkles her nose.

“Ouch,” she says in a much less sensual tone of voice. “It hurts already.”

“It basically says that if you tell anyone anything about Cyclone business, we get one of your kidneys,” I translate helpfully.

“How sweet.” She hasn’t looked up from the document. “Do your lawyers know you summarize their forms like that?”

“Disclose two things,” I say, “and we get two kidneys.”

“Mmm. Playing rough. What happens if I disclose three? You shut down my dialysis machine?”

“You get a commemorative Cyclone pen,” I say mock-seriously. “Come on. We’re not monsters.”

She cracks a smile at that. She’s not one of those girls who always smiles, and that means that when she does smile, it means something. Her whole face lights up and my breath catches at the sight. I lean in, as if I could breathe in her amusement. But then she drops her head and goes back to reading. When she finishes, she signs with a flourish.

“What’s next?” she says. “Bring it on.”

I hand over the next few pages.

She holds it up and looks at me. “Don’t lie to me, baby. I bet you make all the girls you bring in here sign this.”



You know what? I have never before found SEC regulations this sexy. I lean close to her.

“No way,” I murmur. “This is just for you.”

“Really?” She manages that look of hurt skepticism so well. I reach out, almost touching her cheek—until I remember that this isn’t real.

“No,” I whisper back. “Not really. Everyone does sign it; it’s company policy.”

“Oh, too bad.” She’s still reading the page. “I was hoping you had a selective disclosure just for me.”

Selective, I realize, is a sexy word when drawn out the way she does it, her tongue touching her lips on the l sound. So is disclosure.

“I can disclose,” I hear myself saying. “Selectively.”

“Maybe you can give it to me in a material and nonpublic place.”



I lean toward her. “You know me. I put the inside in insider trading.”

She’s still holding the pen poised above the paper. I touch my finger to the cap and then slowly slide it down the barrel until my hand meets hers. A shock of electricity hits me, followed by a jolt of lust.”
― Courtney Milan

“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
― Cathryn Grant, She's Listening

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
― Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are

“Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in. —“ANTHEM” BY LEONARD COHEN”
― Alice Hoffman, Faithful

“There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” THE”
― Brené Brown, Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead

“There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.”
― Sandra Nettelbeck