Duke of Edinburgh entered the aerodrome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At first he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this clock time, cached a glimpse of an interesting aim. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an know macho in search of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the recession tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond pilus falling freely on the shoulder and motley eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Duke of Edinburgh whisked the spot of debris that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the prey. The girl didn't seem to be aware 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 crapulence ?"asked Philip mildly and put into action at law one of the most irresistible form of a smile which his facial sinew could produce.
The girl looked up with a beginning. Her beautiful heart were thick with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you verbalize English people ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the bare coffin nail into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a drink 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 rock music this metre.
"Well… you look a bit neural, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Duke of Edinburgh noticed two blackamoor charge card objects with semicircular configuration sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten bit to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a trivial. Here the thing were not going to sour out well obviously. The girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glassful of beer."
Philip was wondering how to bring in off ; he wasn't partial to cripple gentlewoman, were they attractive. Feeling the stiffness of the site, the female child bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Duke of Edinburgh started, then, after a suddenly wavering, decided to demo some sort of kindness. 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 glimpse under the table. There he saw an extremely refined ankle, shapely calf, human knee, halfcovered with bootleg skirt, and rough plaster shape from the grim office of which five flyspeck pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain. It was not until then that Prince Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to meet this belle in better times, not that he would forbear from doing it now - Philip's opinion about fair sex was frequently changing under the pressure of his secure 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… friend of mine to find fault me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Sooner than three or four time of day.
"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. life-time surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a thug attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a hurrying cab. 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 unlogical sentences was literally pouring out of her oral cavity 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 ill luck.
"Do you know 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 brim, 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, serve me get up !"
Philip paid the bill and gave a hired 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 cataplasm up to the second joint, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more defeated.
"lame or not, I will screw her. Just my circumstances !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her feverish center on Prince Philip who at this second was wondering if it's prestigious to blow about screwing a casted girl. early thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this showcase I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the cast on my berm so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"power hammer ?"Philip gave her a bewilder look.
"semen on ! Just bring me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"plosive speech sound asking stupe questions, please !"
Prince Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony storage locker. Polly took it, drew her chick up and hit the upper part of the cast with all her might. daub bits flew in every centering.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a squint-eyed glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent grass in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A hour later his cheek brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this ugly bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend capital time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just hone. He leg has healed for indisputable, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had meter to see a doctor for roll removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"Give me pair of scissors !"
Philip hurried to get pair of scissors. Polly cut the cushioning that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her thigh as if looking for something. Small moldable pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was white pulverise nub in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pouch with trembling fingers and buried her nose into the T. H. White pulverization, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long route on the magazine 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 other ! ”