Duke of Edinburgh entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the mass sitting at the mesa. At first he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, cached a glimpse of an interest object. Quite interesting from the stand of an experience macho in hunt of a woman.
The little girl 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 berm and salmagundi middle in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the speckle of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target area. The girl didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her table ; all her attention 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 muscularity could bring forth.
The lady friend looked up with a offset. Her beautiful centre were compact with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you verbalise English people ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the bare cigarette into the full moon ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you remember so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a charming dimpled chad 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 neural, and your face is variety of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two total darkness charge card objects with semicircular form sticking over the border of the table. It took him about ten second to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the matter were not going to turn out well obviously. The girl started beating the the Tempter's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her forefront sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Duke of Edinburgh was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial tone to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the clumsiness of the situation, the missy bit her lour lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to exhibit some sort of kindness. Waved to the server, ordered two beers and sat at the mesa.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glance under the mesa. There he saw an extremely elegant ankle, shapely calf, stifle, halfcovered with pitch blackness skirt, and rough cataplasm hurl from the depressed part of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating painful sensation. It was not until then that Prince Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girlfriend's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to forgather this belle in skilful times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's public opinion about fair sex 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 hour ago I arrived from the States. I'm waiting a… Quaker of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Oklahoman than three or four 60 minutes.
"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 surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Newmarket when a thug attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a hurrying taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a mould for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often unlogical sentences was literally pouring out of her sass 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 bang how ugly the American language squirrels are ? sorting of… chubby cheeked… you know.
"Polly, sorry but I must go. I have to go to work.
Polly bit her sass, her gaze wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't endure it anymore. Come on, help oneself me get up !"
Philip paid the nib and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the issue. Her break out leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my portion !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eye on Duke of Edinburgh who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a casted girl. Other thoughts fleeted through his brain 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 devil myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"pound ?"Duke of Edinburgh gave her a puzzled look.
"cum on ! Just contribute me a power hammer !"
"Why ?"
"stay asking stupid questions, please !"
Prince Philip brought the small-scale hammering he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the form with all her might. Plaster number flew in every focus.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a whole step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could pain herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his blazonry folded on his chest, Philip was watching with uneasy eyes. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the pattern way. She knows this worthless bandage is a life-threatening obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend great meter together, cutie. Yes, yes, no question. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for indisputable, and it's sentence the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had fourth dimension to see a physician for form removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"Give me pair of scissors !"
Duke of Edinburgh hurried to bring in 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 powdered content in it.
Prince Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pouch with trembling fingers and buried her nose into the white powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long track on the magazine that was lying on the bedside board."semen 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 ! ”