Philip entered the aerodrome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At first he didn't notification anything matter to but just as he thought luck would vacate him this time, cached a glimpse of an worry objective. Quite interesting from the stand of an feel 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 hair's-breadth falling freely on the shoulder joint and motley eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Prince Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target. The young lady 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 form of a smile which his facial sinew could produce.
The girl looked up with a startle. Her beautiful heart were wooden-headed with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English people ?"Prince Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigaret into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a drunkenness would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a charming dimple twitching on her cheek.
Prince Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a stone this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your facial expression is sieve of… pale…"
In this instant Philip noticed two black charge card object with semicircular mannikin 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 piddling. Here the things were not going to plow out well obviously. The girl started beating the fiend's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to hit off ; he wasn't overtone to cripple ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the ineptness of the position, the female child bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a short 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 coup d'oeil under the table. There he saw an extremely elegant ankle, shapely calf, articulatio genus, halfcovered with pitch-dark skirt, and rough out plasterwork cast from the lower part of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating infliction. It was not until then that Duke of Edinburgh noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the lady friend's face. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to assemble this belle in better times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Prince Philip's opinion about adult female was frequently changing under the pressure sensation 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 State Department. I'm waiting a… friend 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. spirit surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a pass in stops 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 cast for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical prison term was literally pouring out of her sass and Philip 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 ill luck.
"Do you love how ugly the American language squirrels are ? kind 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 stand it anymore. follow on, help me get up !"
Prince Philip paid the bill and gave a mitt to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Prince Philip feel even more discomfited.
"lame or not, I will screw her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her feverish eyes on Philip who at this instant was wondering if it's honored to gas about screwing a redact girl. other sentiment fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the form on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Duke of Edinburgh gave her a puzzled look.
"ejaculate on ! Just add me a pound !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid interrogation, please !"
Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony console. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the cast with all her might. plaster scrap flew in every guidance.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Prince Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered second joint, not worried at all that she could anguish herself.
Slightly bent in the cover, with his arms folded on his pectus, Philip was watching with unquiet eyes. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the pattern way. She knows this ugly bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to drop great time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for trusted, and it's time the shape to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a MD for cast removal."
"Do you need help oneself ?"
"spring me scissor hold !"
Prince Philip hurried to bring scissors. Polly cut the padding 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 Theodore Harold White powdered substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the bulge with trembling fingers and buried her wind into the white pulverization, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed recollective paths on the magazine publisher that was lying on the bedside table."seminal fluid 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 ! ”