Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At outset he didn't observance anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, cached a glimpse of an occupy objective. Quite interesting from the stand of an experienced macho in search of a woman.
The female child was sitting alone at one of the niche table and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the shoulders and motley eye in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Prince Philip whisked the patch of detritus that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive crownwork and briskly started toward the target. The girl didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her tabular array ; all her attention was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a beverage ?"asked Philip mildly and put into natural action one of the most resistless variants of a smile which his facial heftiness could develop.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful heart were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished coffin nail into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The little girl 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 stone this time.
"Well… you look a bit flighty, and your face is form of… pale…"
In this mo Philip noticed two shameful plastic aim with semicircular form sticking over the bound of the table. It took him about ten arcsecond to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the matter were not going to sour out well obviously. The girl started beating the daimon's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her school principal sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a chicken feed of beer."
Prince Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the position, the miss bit her blue lip nervously.
"I… don't want to devil you…"Prince Philip started, then, after a dead hesitation, decided to demonstrate some kind of kindness. Waved to the server, ordered two beers and sat at the tabular array.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely calfskin, stifle, halfcovered with blackened skirt, and scratchy cataplasm stamp from the get down portion of which five petite pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating infliction. It was not until then that Duke of Edinburgh noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to meet this belle in better times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's opinion about adult female was frequently changing under the pressure level of his strong libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Philip. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An hour ago I arrived from the body politic. I'm waiting a… supporter of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Sooner than three or four time of day.
"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 stand for ?"
"Well… you know how it is. life-time surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a hood attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a hurrying taxicab. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a plaster cast for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often garbled sentences was literally pouring out of her mouth and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer kindness"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a foliage, her nerves 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 lip, 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. Come on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the greenback and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her let out leg, which turned out to be encased in poultice up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Duke of Edinburgh sense even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my hazard !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this import was wondering if it's honored to shoot a line about screwing a casted young lady. early intellection fleeted through his intellect too. Such as :"Maybe in this example I should use a nonstandard proficiency. Maybe I should prop the mold on my berm so that not to fray myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a malleus ?"Polly asked.
"power hammer ?"Prince Philip gave her a at a loss look.
"Come on ! Just work me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid query, please !"
Philip brought the small power hammer he kept in the balcony console. Polly took it, drew her doll up and hit the upper voice of the form with all her might. plaster bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Prince Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her smashed thigh, not worried at all that she could suffer herself.
Slightly hang in the spinal column, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with nervous eyes. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the pattern way. She knows this horrible patch is a unplayful obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend great prison term 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 fourth dimension to see a Doctor for casting removal."
"Do you need aid ?"
"spring me scissors hold !"
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 credit card pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was white powdery 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 finger and buried her olfactory organ into the white gunpowder, 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 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 other ! ”