I'm pushy enough sober, and enough worse when I'm drunk, that all she had to do was point me in the right direction and I'd pull both of you along."If...I'd been a power-mad bastard, instead of a suggestible drunk, the exact same things would have happened to you, and you'd now feel the same feelings towards me as you do now. Not as intensely, perhaps, if your mind was fighting your instincts. In fact, those instincts are probably making you more unhappy with her than you would be on your own.. With his eyes adjusting to the light, Bryan looked around her room. The walls were a light yellow, pale sunshine yellow she’d told him once. An attempt to enhance the room with false brilliance she couldn’t get into the room. The rest of her room was painted in pastel colors, light blues, pinks, and greens. He shifted his eyes towards her desk which included a rolling office chair. Bryan slid his hands under the clothes on the lounge chair, dropped them in her office chair and pushed it under. The party, weather cooperating, would be outside, in their back yard. The food would be catered, the music would be a sound system, not a live band. The guest list would be small.Once I signed off on the basic parameters, my part was more or less finished.The guests of honor -- Sasha and Marina, Vanessa’s grandmother and mother -- would stay at my parents’ house. Now that Mom and Daddy were empty nesters, there was plenty of room. Vanessa gratefully accepted Mom’s invitation to host her only. He had grown up in the city, loved fast living, and harbored no regrets … I guarantee my grandparents were thoroughly exhausted and looking for someone to unload my father on when my mother came along. She was a god send as far as my grandparents were concerned.’ I sipped my spiked chocolate as I tried to explain why I could not marry Malichai, but the more I spoke, the less sense I made. My issue had nothing to do with my parents. I was reaching for excuses that just were not there. ‘My Papa.