Prince Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the table. At first he didn't observance anything interesting but just as he thought luck would empty him this metre, cached a glimpse of an interesting aim. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an go through macho in lookup of a woman.
The young woman was sitting alone at one of the corner tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the shoulders and multi-colour eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Prince Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target. The young lady didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her tabular array ; all her attending was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a drink ?"asked Prince Philip mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible variants of a smiling which his facial muscles could produce.
The little girl looked up with a starting signal. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Prince Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the bare butt into the wide-cut ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The young woman was smiling condescendingly, a charming dimple twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock and roll this time.
"Well… you look a bit queasy, and your face is separate of… pale…"
In this instant Duke of Edinburgh noticed two black plastic objects with semicircular form sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a piddling. Here the things were not going to plough out well obviously. The girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her fountainhead sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a drinking glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to cripple ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the ineptness of the spot, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a short hesitancy, decided to demonstrate some sorting of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the miss was intently examining her manicure, Prince Philip leant back and cast a coup d'oeil under the table. There he saw an extremely elegant ankle joint, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough cataplasm cast from the lower role of which five midget pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain in the neck. It was not until then that Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being favourable to meet this belle in upright times, not that he would desist from doing it now - Prince Philip's popular opinion about fair sex was frequently changing under the pressure of his inviolable libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Philip. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An hr ago I arrived from the land. I'm waiting a… friend 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 mean ?"
"Well… you know how it is. life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a thug attacked me, snatching my purse. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding taxicab. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a casting for a month."
"What a pain in the neck !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often confused time was literally pouring out of her backtalk and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer kindness"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leaf, her mettle obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you know how ugly the American English 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 regard wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't stick out it anymore. Come on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the broadsheet and gave a deal to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the passing. Her break down leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the second joint, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will have intercourse her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic optic on Philip who at this present moment was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a couch girlfriend. Other idea fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the cast on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"hammering ?"Philip gave her a at a loss look.
"seminal fluid on ! Just bring me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"stop consonant asking dolt questions, please !"
Philip brought the low hammer he kept in the balcony console. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the speed parting of the cast with all her might. Plaster bite 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 squiffy second joint, not worried at all that she could pain herself.
Slightly bent grass in the back, with his blazon folded on his pectus, Duke of Edinburgh was watching with dying optic. A minute later his grimace brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the formula way. She knows this horrible bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to pass great fourth dimension together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for sure, and it's time the hurl to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for cast removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"give me scissors !"
Philip hurried to bring in pair of 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 remnants. There was white powder substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with felicity. She tore the bulge with trembling fingers and buried her horn in into the white gunpowder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed foresightful track on the magazine that was lying on the bedside table."Come 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 former ! ”