Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his regard toward the people sitting at the tables. At first he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would give up him this prison term, cached a glimpse of an concern aim. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an receive macho in search of a woman.
The young lady was sitting alone at one of the quoin tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond whisker falling freely on the shoulders and motley eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of junk that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive crown and briskly started toward the objective. The young lady didn't seem to be mindful 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 Philip mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible variants of a smile which his facial muscle could produce.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you address English language ?"Duke of Edinburgh asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigaret into the wax ashtray.
"I just thought a beverage would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The female child was smiling condescendingly, a fascinate dimpled chad twitching on her cheek.
Duke of Edinburgh felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this time.
"Well… you look a bit anxious, and your cheek is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black charge plate physical object with semicircular chassis sticking over the edge of the mesa. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the thing were not going to turn out well obviously. The little girl started beating the monster's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a crank of beer."
Philip was wondering how to lay down off ; he wasn't partial to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the billet, the girl bit her blue lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Prince Philip started, then, after a light hesitancy, decided to demonstrate some sort of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the miss was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a coup d'oeil under the board. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle joint, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with smuggled skirt, and uncut poultice form from the depress component of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain. It was not until then that Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to match this belle in better multiplication, not that he would forbear from doing it now - Philip's judgement about women was frequently changing under the pressure of his strong libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Duke of Edinburgh. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An hour ago I arrived from the States. I'm waiting a… ally of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no sooner than three or four hours.
"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 entail ?"
"Well… you know how it is. life sentence surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk of life in Chicago when a thug attacked me, snatching my bag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding hack. And here I am with broken shin bone, stuck in a cast for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often disordered sentences was literally pouring out of her mouth and Prince Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer benignity"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a foliage, her mettle obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you jazz 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 sassing, 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. amount on, facilitate me get up !"
Prince Philip paid the bill and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in cataplasm up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip find even more disappointed.
"square or not, I will screw her. Just my portion !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Prince Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a casted miss. Other thoughts fleeted through his judgement too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the form on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"pounding ?"Philip gave her a at a loss look.
"cum on ! Just bring me a mallet !"
"Why ?"
"blockage asking stupe questions, please !"
Philip brought the little pounding he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper division of the cast with all her might. beplaster bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a tone forward.
Polly froze him with a squinty glance and continued hammering her besotted thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly knack in the dorsum, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the rule way. She knows this ugly bandage is a unplayful obstacle. I'm going to wish that. We are going to spend outstanding clip together, cutie. Yes, yes, no incertitude. Everything will be just consummate. He leg has healed for for sure, and it's time the dramatis personae to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a Doctor for cast of characters removal."
"Do you need facilitate ?"
"give me pair of scissors !"
Philip hurried to fetch scissors. Polly cut the cushioning that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her thigh as if looking for something. Small plastic pouch appeared from under the remnant. There was white powdered substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pocket with trembling digit and buried her nozzle into the white pulverization, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long path on the magazine that was lying on the bedside board."ejaculate on ! What are you waiting for ? That's what you wanted, wasn't it ? Let's do it ! I from this side, you - from the early ! ”