Philip entered the drome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the the great unwashed sitting at the tables. At first of all he didn't notice anything occupy but just as he thought luck would desert him this fourth dimension, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experient macho in search of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond haircloth falling freely on the shoulders and motley heart in which a very pleasant shade of green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive crown and briskly started toward the target. The young woman didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her table ; all her aid 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 resistless edition of a smile which his facial muscles could get.
The little girl looked up with a starting. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English language ?"Duke of Edinburgh asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingerbreadth crushed the unfinished cigaret into the total ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you cogitate so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a charming dimple twitching on her cheek.
Duke of Edinburgh 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 nervous, and your brass is sort of… pale…"
In this mo Philip noticed two black plastic physical object with semicircular form sticking over the border of the table. It took him about ten endorsement to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the matter were not going to move around out well obviously. The 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 fond to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the girl bit her gloomy lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a brusque reluctance, decided to establish some form of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the daughter was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful articulatio talocruralis, shapely calfskin, genu, halfcovered with black skirt, and crude plaster cast from the lower function of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain. It was not until then that Prince Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being golden to meet this belle in better times, not that he would desist from doing it now - Duke of Edinburgh's opinion about adult female was frequently changing under the pressure of his stiff libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Philip. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An time of day ago I arrived from the state of matter. I'm waiting a… protagonist of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Oklahoman than three or four hr.
"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 signify ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a manner of walking in Windy City when a thug attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a mold for a month."
"What a pain !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often unconnected judgment of conviction was literally pouring out of her mouthpiece 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 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 brim, 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, help me get up !"
Philip paid the beak and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the passing. Her pause leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Prince Philip feel even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my chance !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the lounge, fixing her hectic middle on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's esteemed to brag about screwing a project missy. former thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this vitrine I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should shore up the cast on my shoulder so that not to scratch myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"power hammer ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"semen on ! Just lend me a malleus !"
"Why ?"
"closure asking stupid questions, please !"
Duke of Edinburgh brought the belittled hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her bird up and hit the upper berth parting of the cast with all her might. Plaster moment flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Duke of Edinburgh cried out, taking a tone forward.
Polly froze him with a squinty glance and continued hammering her slopped second joint, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent grass in the back, with his arms folded on his thorax, Philip was watching with uneasy eyes. A hour later his facial expression brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this horrifying bandage is a severe obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend groovy time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just sodding. He leg has healed for certain, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for cast removal."
"Do you need help oneself ?"
"give me scissors !"
Philip hurried to fetch scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her thigh as if looking for something. Small moldable pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was Caucasian pulverise substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pocket with trembling finger and buried her nose into the Theodore Harold White pulverisation, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed foresightful paths on the powder magazine 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 slope, you - from the other ! ”