Philip entered the drome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the the great unwashed sitting at the board. At first he didn't notice anything matter to but just as he thought luck would give up him this clock time, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an feel macho in search of a woman.
The young woman was sitting alone at one of the quoin tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond fuzz falling freely on the shoulders and varicolored eyes in which a very pleasant nicety of green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket crown and briskly started toward the prey. The girl didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her table ; all her care was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a drinkable ?"asked Philip mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible variants of a smiling which his facial brawniness could produce.
The girl looked up with a showtime. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the bare cigarette into the wide ashtray.
"I just thought a deglutition would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The fille 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 rock this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Duke of Edinburgh noticed two blackamoor plastic objects with semicircular form 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 little. Here the things were not going to sprain out well obviously. The daughter started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her drumhead sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to get to off ; he wasn't partial to cripple ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the clumsiness of the place, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to nettle 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, Prince Philip leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely refined mortise joint, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with Negroid chick, and rough plaster cast from the down section 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 Duke of Edinburgh noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's verbalism. He felt sorry… for not being favourable to forgather this belle in better prison term, not that he would desist from doing it now - Philip's opinion about women was frequently changing under the press of his solid 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 States. I'm waiting a… protagonist of mine to nibble 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 intend ?"
"Well… you know how it is. living surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a strong-armer attacked me, snatching my purse. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding taxicab. And here I am with broken shin bone, stuck in a mold for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often disordered conviction was literally pouring out of her mouth and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer forgivingness"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leaf, her nerves obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you make love 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 gaze wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't digest it anymore. Come on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the invoice 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 feel even more let down.
"Lame or not, I will drive in her. Just my circumstances !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Prince Philip who at this consequence was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a casted missy. former intellection fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the cast on my shoulder joint so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a malleus ?"Polly asked.
"power hammer ?"Prince Philip gave her a pose look.
"ejaculate on ! Just bestow me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid questions, please !"
Prince Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the speed part of the mould with all her might. daub second flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a squint glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could injure herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Duke of Edinburgh was watching with unquiet centre. A minute later his case brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the rule way. She knows this horrifying bandage is a severe obstruction. I'm going to wish that. We are going to spend with child meter together, cutie. Yes, yes, no uncertainty. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for sure enough, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had clip to see a doctor for cast removal."
"Do you demand serve ?"
"Give me scissor hold !"
Philip hurried to fetch scissors hold. 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 oddment. There was white fine-grained substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the sac with trembling finger's breadth and buried her nose into the whitened powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed recollective track on the mag 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 English, you - from the other ! ”