Duke of Edinburgh entered the airdrome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the hoi polloi sitting at the mesa. At first he didn't notice anything concern but just as he thought luck would abandon him this prison term, cached a glimpse of an worry object. Quite interesting from the standpoint of an experienced macho in hunting of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner board and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the shoulders and smorgasbord eyes in which a very pleasant shade of special K prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of rubble that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive crownwork and briskly started toward the target. The girl 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 legal action one of the most resistless discrepancy of a grinning which his facial muscleman could produce.
The girl looked up with a starting. Her beautiful eyes were thick 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 cigarette into the wax ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a sorcerous dimple twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a sway this sentence.
"Well… you look a bit aflutter, and your cheek is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic object with semicircular mannequin sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten seconds to clear these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the matter were not going to plow 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 glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to make 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 inconvenience oneself you…"Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to demonstrate some sorting of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the daughter was intently examining her manicure, Duke of Edinburgh leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely sura, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough 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 Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the fille's expression. He felt sorry… for not being golden to forgather this belle in better fourth dimension, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Prince Philip's opinion about fair sex was frequently changing under the force per unit area of his strong libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Philip. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An hr ago I arrived from the country. I'm waiting a… friend of mine to cull me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Oklahoman 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 imply ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a strong-armer 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 pain !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical conviction was literally pouring out of her mouthpiece 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 face obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"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 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 brook it anymore. fall on, facilitate me get up !"
Philip paid the bill and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the expiration. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in cataplasm up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Prince Philip feel 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 feverish centre on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to gasconade about screwing a frame girlfriend. former opinion 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 articulatio humeri so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a power hammer ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Prince Philip gave her a vex look.
"seed on ! Just make for me a pound !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid dubiousness, please !"
Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony locker. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the dramatis personae with all her might. Plaster bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his weapon system folded on his bureau, Philip was watching with anxious middle. A minute later his case 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 great prison term together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just staring. He leg has healed for surely, and it's clock time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had clip to see a MD for cast removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"Give me scissors grip !"
Duke of Edinburgh hurried to fetch scissors grip. 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 white powdered center in it.
Prince Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pouch with trembling fingerbreadth and buried her nose into the white pulverisation, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long paths 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 former ! ”