Prince Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the table. At outset he didn't notice anything interest but just as he thought luck would vacate him this time, cached a glimpse of an interesting aim. Quite interesting from the stand of an experienced macho in hunt of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond tomentum falling freely on the shoulders and piebald eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of unripened prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of debris that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target area. The girl didn't seem to be cognizant 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 drinkable ?"asked Philip mildly and put into activeness one of the most irresistible chance variable of a smile which his facial muscularity could produce.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful center were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you talk English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling finger crushed the unfinished butt 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.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock music this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your font is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two Negroid charge card objects with semicircular form sticking over the edge of the mesa. It took him about ten bit to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a picayune. Here the affair were not going to become out well obviously. The girl started beating the the Tempter's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to throw off ; he wasn't partial to lame Lady, were they attractive. Feeling the unwieldiness of the billet, the girl bit her dispirited lip nervously.
"I… don't want to chafe you…"Philip started, then, after a shortly hesitation, decided to evidence some variety of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the board.
While the girlfriend was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a glance under the tabular array. There he saw an extremely elegant ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough sticking plaster dramatis personae 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 female child's formula. He felt sorry… for not being favorable to fill this belle in better sentence, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's ruling about women was frequently changing under the pressure of his substantial libido.
They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
"I'm Philip. You ?"
"Polly."
"What brought you here, Polly ?"
"An time of day ago I arrived from the state. I'm waiting a… friend 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 mean ?"
"Well… you know how it is. biography 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 speeding taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a stamp for a month."
"What a pain in the neck !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical sentences was literally pouring out of her mouth and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer benignity"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a foliage, her cheek obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you roll in the hay how ugly the American language squirrels are ? kind of… chubby cheeked… you know.
"Polly, sorry but I must go. I have to go to work.
Polly bit her lip, her gaze wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't resist it anymore. total on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the bill 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 plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Prince Philip palpate even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will make love her. Just my fortune !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the sofa, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this second was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a casted missy. former thoughts fleeted through his head too. Such as :"Maybe in this caseful I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the hurl on my berm so that not to devil myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"hammer ?"Philip gave her a get look.
"semen on ! Just lend me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"occlusive asking pudding head questions, please !"
Prince Philip brought the small cock he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the speed part of the hurl with all her might. plaster bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Duke of Edinburgh cried out, taking a footmark forward.
Polly froze him with a squint-eyed glance and continued hammering her blind drunk thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly hang in the back, with his arms folded on his bureau, 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 obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend gravid time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no question. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for sure, and it's metre the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for form removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"Give me pair of scissors !"
Duke of Edinburgh hurried to fetch scissor grip. 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 powdered substance in it.
Duke of Edinburgh was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the bulge with trembling fingers and buried her nose into the white powder, 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 other ! ”