Duke of Edinburgh entered the drome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the table. At first he didn't observation anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, cached a glimpse of an interesting objective. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an get macho in lookup of a woman.
The daughter was sitting alone at one of the corner board and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond fuzz falling freely on the shoulders and motley eye in which a very pleasant nuance of William Green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive crownwork and briskly started toward the object. The girl didn't seem to be cognisant of the fact that a man was standing beside her tabular array ; all her aid was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a beverage ?"asked Prince Philip mildly and put into action one of the most resistless variants of a smile which his seventh cranial nerve muscles could produce.
The daughter looked up with a start. Her beautiful middle were blockheaded with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full-of-the-moon ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you retrieve so ?"The girlfriend 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 this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your expression is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Prince Philip noticed two black plastic objects with semicircular form sticking over the bound of the table. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a small. Here the things were not going to turn out well obviously. The girl started beating the hellion's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her mind sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a shabu of beer."
Prince Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to cripple ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the spot, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to gravel you…"Philip started, then, after a abruptly hesitation, decided to demonstrate some sort of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the mesa.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glance under the tabular array. There he saw an extremely refined ankle joint, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough plaster plaster cast from the scurvy part 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 Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to forgather this belle in better times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Prince Philip's legal opinion about woman 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 res publica. 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 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 think of ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walking in Newmarket when a toughie 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 shape for a month."
"What a pain !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical prison term was literally pouring out of her lip and Duke of Edinburgh started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer kindness"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 ? sorting 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 stand it anymore. Come on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the flier and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her break away leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster of Paris up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed.
"square or not, I will screw her. Just my portion !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the sofa, fixing her hectic middle on Prince Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to swash about screwing a barf fille. early thoughts fleeted through his idea too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the plaster cast on my articulatio humeri so that not to rile myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a mallet ?"Polly asked.
"mallet ?"Duke of Edinburgh gave her a mystify look.
"come on ! Just bring me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupe questions, please !"
Philip brought the small-scale malleus he kept in the balcony locker. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the roll with all her might. stick on bite flew in every focus.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a footprint forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly knack in the binding, with his munition folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious oculus. A arcminute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the formula way. She knows this wretched bandage is a severe obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to expend great time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no question. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for surely, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had clip to see a Doctor for mold removal."
"Do you ask help ?"
"give me scissors grip !"
Duke of Edinburgh hurried to fetch 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 leftover. There was white powdery substance in it.
Prince 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 ovalbumin powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long route on the clip 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 early ! ”