Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At offset he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this meter, cached a glimpse of an occupy object. Quite interesting from the point of view 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 tomentum falling freely on the shoulder and motley oculus in which a very pleasant refinement of green prevailed. Philip whisked the dapple of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the object. The young woman didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her mesa ; all her attention was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a deglutition ?"asked Philip mildly and put into natural process one of the most resistless variant of a smile which his facial musculus could produce.
The girl looked up with a head start. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you speak side ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigaret into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a drunkenness would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The 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 rock this prison term.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic objects with semicircular form sticking over the bound of the table. It took him about ten second to understand these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the things were not going to turn 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 spend a penny off ; he wasn't partial to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the ineptness of the situation, the girl bit her crushed lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Duke of Edinburgh started, then, after a short wavering, decided to certify some sort of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the young lady was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely calf, human knee, halfcovered with black dame, and rough in plaster plaster bandage from the lower part 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 Duke of Edinburgh noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being favorable to gather this belle in better metre, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Duke of Edinburgh's opinion about charwoman was frequently changing under the pressure sensation of his stiff 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 States. I'm waiting a… ally of mine to pluck 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 mean ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Michigan when a strong-armer attacked me, snatching my pocketbook. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speed taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a roll for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical judgment of conviction 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 leaf, her nerves obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you know how ugly the American squirrels are ? form of… chubby cheeked… you know.
"Polly, sorry but I must go. I have to go to work.
Polly bit her sassing, her regard wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't place upright it anymore. Come on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the bill and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the release. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more thwarted.
"lame or not, I will hump her. Just my hazard !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her feverish middle on Duke of Edinburgh who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to shoot a line about screwing a casted girl. Other thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this typesetter's case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the plaster bandage on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"Come on ! Just bring me a mallet !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid questions, please !"
Duke of Edinburgh brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her dame up and hit the upper part of the plaster bandage with all her might. Plaster bits flew in every counseling.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a whole tone forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could ache herself.
Slightly bent grass in the back, with his weapon system folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eye. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this despicable bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to wish that. We are going to drop great metre together, cutie. Yes, yes, no incertitude. 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 doctor for cast removal."
"Do you need avail ?"
"Give me pair of 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 moldable pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was white powdery substance in it.
Prince Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the sac with trembling fingers and buried her nose into the clean powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed recollective route 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 incline, you - from the former ! ”