`` please tell me it 's not drugs , '' said the silver-haired woman sitting beside the man . i drew breath to protest , but his weight was suddenly on top of me , pressing me to the ground . a few minutes later , he was fast asleep . my man came back with a royal command . to my horror , i find that i am almost crying . in a blue bin filled with gray water , cans of cheap beer bob through the ice . and that there can be a price for that mercy . 