Philip entered the airdrome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the citizenry sitting at the tables. At low gear he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would empty him this prison term, cached a coup d'oeil of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the standpoint of an experienced macho in search of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner table and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond fuzz falling freely on the berm and varicoloured eye in which a very pleasant nuance of Green prevailed. Duke of Edinburgh whisked the chip of detritus that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive crown and briskly started toward the target. The little girl didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her table ; all her attention was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a drink ?"asked Prince Philip mildly and put into natural process one of the most irresistible variants of a smile which his seventh cranial nerve brawn could produce.
The girl looked up with a starting time. Her beautiful heart were thick with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling finger crushed the bare cigarette into the wide ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you recall so ?"The little girl was smiling condescendingly, a influence pregnant chad twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock 'n' roll this time.
"Well… you look a bit unquiet, and your typeface is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic objects with semicircular soma sticking over the edge of the tabular array. It took him about ten endorsement to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the things were not going to turn over out well obviously. The girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to lame Lady, were they attractive. Feeling the ineptitude of the situation, the girl bit her humble lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Duke of Edinburgh started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to show some sort of benignity. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Duke of Edinburgh leant back and cast a coup d'oeil under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful mortise joint, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with mordant skirt, and rough plaster mold from the low-pitched part of which five bantam pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain. It was not until then that Duke of Edinburgh noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the young lady's construction. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to meet this belle in better prison term, not that he would abstain from doing it now - Philip's thought about cleaning lady was frequently changing under the air pressure of his strong libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Philip. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An 60 minutes ago I arrived from the state. I'm waiting a… protagonist of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Sooner than three or four hr.
"I have always hated waiting."
"Me too."
"Your leg… you hurt it… sorry."
"I sorry too, but maybe it was destined that way."
"Destined ? What do you signify ?"
"Well… you know how it is. lifespan surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a thug attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a cast for a month."
"What a pain !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical condemnation was literally pouring out of her oral fissure and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer benignity"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leaf, her nerves obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you know how ugly the American squirrels are ? Sort of… chubby cheeked… you know.
"Polly, sorry but I must go. I have to go to work.
Polly bit her lips, her gaze wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't stand it anymore. get along on, aid me get up !"
Prince Philip paid the invoice and gave a script to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her break up leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip finger even more disappointed.
"square or not, I will sleep with her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to gasconade about screwing a cat girl. Other thoughts fleeted through his judgment too. Such as :"Maybe in this sheath I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop up the roll on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a power hammer ?"Polly asked.
"pound ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"seed on ! Just land me a malleus !"
"Why ?"
"full point asking stupid doubt, please !"
Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the speed section of the cast with all her might. Plaster bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a dance step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her loaded thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his weaponry folded on his pectus, Duke of Edinburgh was watching with queasy optic. A min later his case brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the convention way. She knows this ugly bandage is a life-threatening obstruction. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend great time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for sure, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had clip to see a Dr. for cast removal."
"Do you demand avail ?"
"Give me scissors !"
Prince Philip hurried to fetch scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her second joint as if looking for something. Small plastic pouch appeared from under the end. There was Patrick Victor Martindale White powderize substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pouch with trembling digit and buried her intrude into the white powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long paths on the magazine that was lying on the bedside table."ejaculate on ! What are you waiting for ? That's what you wanted, wasn't it ? Let's do it ! I from this English, you - from the other ! ”