Duke of Edinburgh entered the drome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the mass sitting at the tables. At foremost he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would empty him this time, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an have macho in hunt of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the recess table and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the shoulder joint and pied eyes in which a very pleasant refinement of green prevailed. Duke of Edinburgh whisked the spot of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the quarry. The girl didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her tabular array ; all her tending 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 musculus could produce.
The girlfriend looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you verbalise English ?"Duke of Edinburgh asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The daughter 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 uneasy, and your typeface is sort of… pale…"
In this mo Prince Philip noticed two total darkness charge plate objects with semicircular physique sticking over the boundary of the tabular array. It took him about ten bit to pull in these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a piffling. Here the thing were not going to change by reversal out well obviously. The missy started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glassful of beer."
Duke of Edinburgh was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial derivative to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the site, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to get at you…"Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to present some sort of forgivingness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the mesa.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glimpse under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough sticking plaster cast from the lower berth part of which five flyspeck 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 reflexion. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to run into this belle in better metre, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's opinion about charwoman was frequently changing under the pressure of his strong 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 States. 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 story surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a tough attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a hurrying taxi. 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 illogical prison term was literally pouring out of her back talk 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 ? 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 digest it anymore. Come on, facilitate me get up !"
Philip paid the nib 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 plasterwork up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more thwarted.
"Lame or not, I will chouse her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eye on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a mould fille. other sentiment fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the dramatis personae on my articulatio humeri so that not to gravel myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"pound ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"seminal fluid on ! Just fetch me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"stop consonant asking stupid question, please !"
Philip brought the modest hammer he kept in the balcony locker. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the plaster cast with all her might. Plaster bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Duke of Edinburgh cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her blind drunk thigh, not worried at all that she could pain herself.
Slightly bent in the backbone, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his cheek brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this vile bandage is a serious obstruction. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend great clip together, cutie. Yes, yes, no uncertainty. Everything will be just perfective tense. He leg has healed for for certain, and it's time the roll to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for stamp removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"Give me scissors !"
Philip hurried to bring in scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her second joint as if looking for something. Small fictile pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was clean powdered substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with felicity. She tore the pocket with trembling finger and buried her nuzzle into the Edward Douglas White Jr. powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long itinerary 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 early ! ”