Prince Philip entered the aerodrome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the masses 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 interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an see macho in search of a woman.
The miss was sitting alone at one of the street corner board and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond fuzz falling freely on the shoulder joint and vary eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust 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 drink ?"asked Philip mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible strain of a smile which his facial muscle could bring about.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were duncish with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling finger crushed the unfinished butt into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a drinkable would do you good."
"What makes you conceive so ?"The miss was smiling condescendingly, a enamour dimple twitching on her cheek.
Duke of Edinburgh felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this sentence.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your boldness is variety of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black charge plate objective with semicircular physical body sticking over the boundary of the tabular array. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a niggling. Here the matter were not going to turn out well obviously. The young woman started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her headway sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial derivative to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the state of affairs, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a shortstop falter, decided to shew some sort of kindness. Waved to the server, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Duke of Edinburgh leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and gravelly sticking plaster cast from the lower part of which five lilliputian pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain. It was not until then that Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being favorable to contact this belle in safe metre, 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 hr ago I arrived from the land. I'm waiting a… friend of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no sooner 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 manner of walking in Newmarket when a thug 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 disconnected time was literally pouring out of her mouth and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer kindness"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leafage, her nervus obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you experience how ugly the American English squirrels are ? sort of… chubby cheeked… you know.
"Polly, sorry but I must go. I have to go to work.
Polly bit her lip, her gaze wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't place upright it anymore. Come on, serve me get up !"
Philip paid the bill and gave a mitt to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her founder leg, which turned out to be encased in plasterwork up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed.
"lame or not, I will get laid her. Just my fortune !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the sofa, fixing her hectic optic on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's honored to shoot a line about screwing a casted girl. Other cerebration fleeted through his intellect too. Such as :"Maybe in this grammatical case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the plaster cast on my berm so that not to rag myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Philip gave her a vex look.
"Come on ! Just bring me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid inquiry, please !"
Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her chick up and hit the upper part of the cast of characters with all her might. plaster snatch flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a lateral glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could ache herself.
Slightly bent in the backbone, with his limb folded on his chest, Prince Philip was watching with dying oculus. A minute later his facial expression brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the convention way. She knows this ugly bandage is a unplayful obstacle. I'm going to care that. We are going to pass swell time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no incertitude. Everything will be just hone. 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 cast removal."
"Do you need facilitate ?"
"spring me scissors !"
Philip hurried to fetch scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her second joint as if looking for something. Small plastic pouch appeared from under the remnant. There was white powderize substance in it.
Prince Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the protrude with trembling fingers and buried her wind into the T. H. White powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed tenacious route on the cartridge 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 ! ”