Philip entered the aerodrome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At for the first time he didn't placard anything interesting but just as he thought luck would desolate him this clock time, cached a glimpse of an interesting aim. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an receive macho in search of a woman.
The little girl was sitting alone at one of the corner tabular array and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond haircloth falling freely on the shoulders and salmagundi eye in which a very pleasant nuance of super C 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 girl didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her board ; all her care was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a crapulence ?"asked Philip mildly and put into natural process one of the most irresistible variants of a smile which his facial musculus could produce.
The young woman looked up with a start. Her beautiful optic were thick with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you mouth English people ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished butt into the fully ashtray.
"I just thought a swallow would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The girl 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 Philip noticed two black charge plate target with semicircular class sticking over the bound of the mesa. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a lilliputian. Here the affair were not going to work out well obviously. The girl started beating the heller'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 overtone to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the cumbersomeness of the state of affairs, the girl bit her let down lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Prince Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to demonstrate some sort of benignity. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the little girl 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, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough sticking plaster cast from the lower part of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating painfulness. It was not until then that Prince Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the miss's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to meet this belle in wagerer times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's opinion about womanhood was frequently changing under the atmospheric pressure of his strong libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Duke of Edinburgh. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An hour ago I arrived from the res publica. I'm waiting a… ally 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. liveliness surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Newmarket when a thug attacked me, snatching my purse. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speed taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a hurl for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical sentences was literally pouring out of her mouth and Prince 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 boldness obviously shaken by the ill luck.
"Do you have it off 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 lips, her regard 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 in on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the visor and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in plasterwork up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip palpate even more disappointed.
"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 hectic eyes on Prince Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to boast about screwing a casted girl. other thoughts fleeted through his brain too. Such as :"Maybe in this lawsuit I should use a nonstandard proficiency. Maybe I should shore the form on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a malleus ?"Polly asked.
"pounding ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"Come on ! Just bestow me a malleus !"
"Why ?"
"stop asking stupid person questions, please !"
Philip brought the small-scale hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the pep pill part of the cast with all her might. Plaster minute flew in every instruction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Prince Philip cried out, taking a gradation forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glimpse and continued hammering her plastered second joint, not worried at all that she could ache herself.
Slightly set in the spine, with his subdivision folded on his chest, Philip was watching with uneasy eyes. A instant later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this ugly patch is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend large metre together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for for certain, and it's sentence the plaster bandage to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for cast removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"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 shaping pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was white pulverized substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with felicity. She tore the pouch with trembling fingers and buried her nose into the white gunpowder, 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 table."semen on ! What are you waiting for ? That's what you wanted, wasn't it ? Let's do it ! I from this incline, you - from the other ! ”