The Captain's Forbidden Cure

No one knew I was an addict. Not to alcohol, not to drugs, but to the rawest, dirtiest kind of union. To keep up the facade of this respectable job, to stop myself from turning into some desperate, heat-crazed stray begging for a man’s touch on the street, I had to swallow those little blue pills every day. Until that damn blizzard trapped me with thirty hockey players reeking of sweat and testosterone, and my pills—gone.