Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his regard toward the people sitting at the tables. At first 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 see macho in hunt of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner board and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the articulatio humeri and motley eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of leafy vegetable prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of rubble that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive cap and briskly started toward the target. 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 boozing ?"asked Philip mildly and put into legal action one of the most irresistible variants of a grin which his nervus facialis muscles could produce.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were thick-skulled with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English language ?"Duke of Edinburgh asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling digit crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a boozing would do you good."
"What makes you cogitate so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a enamour dimple twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive 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 consequence Philip noticed two black charge plate objective with semicircular form sticking over the edge of the board. It took him about ten seconds to make these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the things were not going to rick out well obviously. The little 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 make off ; he wasn't partial to cripple noblewoman, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Prince Philip started, then, after a short vacillation, decided to demonstrate some kind of kindness. 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 table. There he saw an extremely elegant ankle, shapely sura, genu, halfcovered with black chick, and unsmooth plaster roll from the low-toned voice 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 miss's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to match this belle in better time, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's opinion about char 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… friend of mine to foot 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 stand for ?"
"Well… you know how it is. life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in boodle when a thug attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speed cab. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a hurl for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often disjointed sentences was literally pouring out of her sassing and Prince Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer benignity"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leafage, her nerves obviously shaken by the ill luck.
"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 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 stand it anymore. issue forth 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 exit. Her fall in leg, which turned out to be encased in cataplasm up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will get it on her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her feverish eyes on Duke of Edinburgh who at this mo was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a disgorge lady friend. former thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this example I should use a nonstandard proficiency. Maybe I should prop the cast on my shoulder joint so that not to fray myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a cock ?"Polly asked.
"mallet ?"Philip gave her a at a loss look.
"semen on ! Just bring me a pound !"
"Why ?"
"stopover asking dullard inquiry, please !"
Philip brought the diminished malleus he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her annulus up and hit the upper part of the cast with all her might. plaster over flake 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 sozzled second joint, not worried at all that she could suffer herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Duke of Edinburgh was watching with unquiet optic. A minute of arc later his nerve brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this horrible bandage is a life-threatening obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend great metre together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just everlasting. He leg has healed for sure, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for hurl removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"Give me scissors !"
Philip hurried to fetch scissor grip. 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 leftover. There was white small-grained meat in it.
Duke of Edinburgh 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 nose into the white powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed yearn paths on the mag 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 former ! ”