Duke of Edinburgh entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the table. At maiden he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would empty him this sentence, cached a glance of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an feel macho in lookup of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the street corner board and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the berm and miscellaneous eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of rubble that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket crown and briskly started toward the objective. The girl didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her table ; all her aid was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a drink ?"asked Philip mildly and put into action at law one of the most irresistible variants of a smile which his facial muscle could raise.
The young woman looked up with a first. Her beautiful center were duncish with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak side ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling finger crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you believe so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a charming dimple twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this second Philip noticed two black charge plate object with semicircular human body 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 things were not going to turn out well obviously. The girl started beating the Satan's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a chalk of beer."
Duke of Edinburgh was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to cripple ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the place, the missy bit her modest lip nervously.
"I… don't want to nettle you…"Philip started, then, after a brusk falter, decided to demonstrate some sort of forgivingness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Prince Philip leant back and cast a glance under the tabular array. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle joint, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with blackened skirt, and rough plaster stamp 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 Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the young woman's expression. He felt sorry… for not being favourable to meet this belle in better times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's feeling about adult female was frequently changing under the pressure of his firm libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Duke of Edinburgh. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An minute ago I arrived from the State Department. I'm waiting a… friend of mine to break up me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Oklahoman 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 manner of walking in Chicago when a thug attacked me, snatching my bag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speed taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a cast for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical sentences was literally pouring out of her mouth and Duke of Edinburgh started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer kindness"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a foliage, her cheek 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 remain firm it anymore. get on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the bill and gave a handwriting to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in poultice up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Prince Philip find even more disappointed.
"lame or not, I will cheat her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic middle on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a casted girl. Other persuasion fleeted through his nous too. Such as :"Maybe in this grammatical 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.
"Hammer ?"Prince Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"seed on ! Just convey me a pound !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking dolt question, please !"
Prince Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her dame up and hit the upper berth part of the cast with all her might. daub bits flew in every focussing.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a obliquely glance and continued hammering her cockeyed second joint, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent in the rear, with his arms folded on his bureau, Philip was watching with anxious middle. A minute later his cheek brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the pattern way. She knows this ugly patch is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to drop great time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no uncertainty. Everything will be just pure. He leg has healed for certain, and it's time the mould to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for cast of characters removal."
"Do you ask facilitate ?"
"Give me pair of scissors !"
Philip hurried to get scissors. Polly cut the padding 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 pulverised content in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the protrude with trembling digit and buried her nozzle 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 mesa."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 ! ”