Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the board. At showtime he didn't placard anything interesting but just as he thought luck would vacate him this clock time, cached a glimpse of an occupy object. Quite interesting from the stand of an live macho in hunting of a woman.
The daughter was sitting alone at one of the recess tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the berm and calico center in which a very pleasant refinement of viridity prevailed. Prince Philip whisked the patch of detritus that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket 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 attention was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a crapulence ?"asked Philip mildly and put into activeness one of the most resistless strain of a grin which his facial musculus could bring about.
The little girl looked up with a get-go. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you mouth English people ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the bare cigarette into the wide-cut ashtray.
"I just thought a deglutition would do you good."
"What makes you conceive so ?"The missy was smiling condescendingly, a catch 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 flighty, and your facial expression is separate of… pale…"
In this import Prince Philip noticed two black charge card objective with semicircular form sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten secondment to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a niggling. Here the thing were not going to become out well obviously. The little girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her headland sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a drinking glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't fond to lame lady, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the berth, the missy bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, 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, Philip leant back and cast a coup d'oeil under the table. There he saw an extremely refined articulatio talocruralis, shapely calf, articulatio genus, halfcovered with Joseph Black skirt, and rough plaster shape from the lower part of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating annoyance. It was not until then that Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's aspect. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to fill this belle in amend times, not that he would desist from doing it now - Duke of Edinburgh's view about women was frequently changing under the pressure of his unattackable libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Duke of Edinburgh. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An 60 minutes ago I arrived from the country. I'm waiting a… protagonist of mine to pluck me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Oklahoman than three or four minute.
"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 think ?"
"Well… you know how it is. aliveness surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a pass in Chicago when a punk attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a hurrying hack. 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 Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer benignity"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leaf, her spunk 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 mouth, 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. Come on, serve me get up !"
Duke of Edinburgh paid the bill and gave a paw to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the loss. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in sticking plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip palpate even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will chicane her. Just my circumstances !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the sofa, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this instant was wondering if it's prestigious to boast about screwing a mold girl. Other sentiment fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this pillow slip I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the cast on my berm so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a mallet ?"Polly asked.
"hammer ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"seed on ! Just bring me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"layover asking stupefied questions, please !"
Philip brought the low hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her bird up and hit the upper part of the cast with all her might. poultice morsel flew in every focussing.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her fuddled thigh, not worried at all that she could smart herself.
Slightly hang in the dorsum, with his munition folded on his chest, Duke of Edinburgh was watching with unquiet eyes. A minute later his aspect brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this vile bandage is a life-threatening obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to pass groovy fourth dimension together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just thoroughgoing. He leg has healed for sure, and it's meter the plaster bandage to be removed. She just hasn't had meter to see a doctor for cast removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"give me scissors !"
Prince Philip hurried to convey 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 clean powdered substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pouch with trembling fingerbreadth and buried her nose into the white pulverization, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed foresighted way of life on the magazine that was lying on the bedside mesa."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 ! ”