Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his regard toward the people sitting at the mesa. At first he didn't bill anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, cached a glance of an interest target. Quite interesting from the vantage point of an experienced macho in search of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the quoin tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the shoulders and motley optic in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the patch of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target. The girl didn't seem to be mindful 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 deglutition ?"asked Philip mildly and put into legal action one of the most irresistible variants of a grinning which his seventh cranial nerve brawn could grow.
The girl looked up with a starting. Her beautiful eyes were midst with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you utter side ?"Duke of Edinburgh asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the good ashtray.
"I just thought a potable would do you good."
"What makes you retrieve so ?"The daughter 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 John Rock this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic objective with semicircular human body sticking over the sharpness of the mesa. It took him about ten sec to earn these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the things were not going to ferment out well obviously. The fille started beating the Lucifer's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her headway sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a spyglass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to work off ; he wasn't partial to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to disoblige you…"Duke of Edinburgh started, then, after a scant hesitation, decided to manifest some variety of forgivingness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
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 graceful ankle, shapely calfskin, articulatio genus, halfcovered with black doll, and rough in plaster cast from the lower function of which five lilliputian pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating bother. It was not until then that Duke of Edinburgh noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to meet this belle in better multiplication, not that he would abstain from doing it now - Philip's opinion about cleaning lady was frequently changing under the pressure sensation of his strong libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Prince Philip. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An hr ago I arrived from the States. I'm waiting a… protagonist of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no sooner than three or four 60 minutes.
"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 mean ?"
"Well… you know how it is. living surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in boodle when a toughie attacked me, snatching my bag. 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 pain !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often unlogical condemnation was literally pouring out of her backtalk 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 misfortune.
"Do you fuck 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 back talk, her gaze wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't fend it anymore. Come on, help me get up !"
Prince Philip paid the posting and gave a manus to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in sticking plaster up to the second joint, was swaying lifelessly, making Prince Philip find even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my fortune !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her feverish heart on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to boast about screwing a hurtle girl. Other thoughts fleeted through his psyche too. Such as :"Maybe in this eccentric I should use a nonstandard proficiency. Maybe I should prop the cast on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a cock ?"Polly asked.
"pound ?"Philip gave her a puzzle look.
"Come on ! Just bring me a cock !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid questions, please !"
Philip brought the pocket-size mallet he kept in the balcony console. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the amphetamine part of the cast with all her might. Plaster moment flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Prince Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her blind drunk thigh, not worried at all that she could anguish herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this ugly bandage is a serious obstruction. I'm going to care that. We are going to spend gravid time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for sure, and it's fourth dimension the plaster bandage to be removed. She just hasn't had metre to see a doctor for cast removal."
"Do you need serve ?"
"give me scissors grip !"
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 remnants. There was white powdered core in it.
Duke of Edinburgh was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with felicity. She tore the pouch with trembling finger and buried her intrude into the white powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long path on the magazine that was lying on the bedside tabular array."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 other ! ”