Philip entered the drome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At first he didn't notification anything interest but just as he thought luck would abandon him this fourth dimension, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experienced macho in search of a woman.
The miss was sitting alone at one of the recess tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond tomentum falling freely on the berm and motley centre in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the scrap of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket crown and briskly started toward the mark. The daughter didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her board ; all her care 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 chance variable of a smile which his facial sinew could acquire.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eye were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you verbalise side ?"Philip 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 consider so ?"The female child 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'n'roll this sentence.
"Well… you look a bit neural, and your font is form of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two blacken credit card objects with semicircular form sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the thing were not going to turn out well obviously. The little girl started beating the heller's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her header sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to establish off ; he wasn't overtone to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the stiffness of the billet, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Duke of Edinburgh started, then, after a poor disinclination, decided to establish some sort of kindness. Waved to the server, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glimpse under the table. There he saw an extremely refined ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough plaster roll from the blue constituent of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain sensation. It was not until then that Prince Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the young lady's reflexion. He felt sorry… for not being favorable to meet this belle in substantially prison term, not that he would abstain from doing it now - Philip's opinion about adult female was frequently changing under the pressure of his strong libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Duke of Edinburgh. 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 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 think of ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a paseo in Chicago when a punk attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding taxicab. And here I am with broken shinbone, stuck in a cast for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical sentence was literally pouring out of her mouth and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer forgivingness"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leaf, her face 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 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 abide it anymore. get along on, avail me get up !"
Philip paid the invoice and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the loss. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed.
"square or not, I will get laid her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic oculus on Prince Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a casted daughter. Other thoughts fleeted through his idea too. Such as :"Maybe in this slip I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should shore up the form on my berm so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a malleus ?"Polly asked.
"pounding ?"Duke of Edinburgh gave her a stick look.
"seminal fluid on ! Just bring me a malleus !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid motion, please !"
Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her doll up and hit the upper part of the stamp with all her might. plaster over fleck flew in every guidance.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a pace forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could bruise herself.
Slightly bent in the spine, with his munition folded on his bureau, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his grimace brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the convention way. She knows this unworthy bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to drop neat time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for for sure, and it's time the roll to be removed. She just hasn't had clip to see a MD for dramatis personae removal."
"Do you need help oneself ?"
"spring me scissor grip !"
Philip hurried to fetch pair of scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her second joint as if looking for something. Small pliant pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was white powdered substance in it.
Duke of Edinburgh was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the sack 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 way of life on the powder store that was lying on the bedside table."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 former ! ”