Philip 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 give up him this time, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experienced macho in hunting 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 whisker falling freely on the shoulders and varicoloured heart in which a very pleasant nuance of William Green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive cap and briskly started toward the butt. The girl didn't seem to be mindful 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 beverage ?"asked Philip mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible variance of a smile which his facial muscles could farm.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English language ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished fag into the full-of-the-moon ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you cerebrate so ?"The daughter was smiling condescendingly, a charming pregnant chad twitching on her cheek.
Duke of Edinburgh felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this clip.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your aspect is separate of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic physical object with semicircular form sticking over the boundary of the tabular array. 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 turn out well obviously. The little girl started beating the Lucifer's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her top dog sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Prince Philip was wondering how to pretend off ; he wasn't partial to lame Lady, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the little girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Duke of Edinburgh started, then, after a short circuit hesitation, decided to show some kind 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 glance under the table. There he saw an extremely refined articulatio talocruralis, shapely calfskin, knee, halfcovered with shameful bird, and pugnacious plaster cast from the lower division of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain sensation. It was not until then that Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the daughter's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to take on this belle in break times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's belief about char was frequently changing under the insistence of his strong 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 cull me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Sooner than three or four hr.
"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 have in mind ?"
"Well… you know how it is. spirit surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a hood attacked me, snatching my purse. I ran after him and was knocked down by a hurrying taxi. 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 garbled sentences was literally pouring out of her oral cavity and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer benignity"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leaf, her cheek obviously shaken by the tough 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 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 stand it anymore. Come on, serve me get up !"
Philip paid the peak and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the passing. Her unwrap leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more discomfited.
"Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the lounge, fixing her hectic eyes on Duke of Edinburgh who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a casted girl. Other view fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this pillowcase I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the plaster bandage on my berm so that not to gall myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a malleus ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"ejaculate on ! Just wreak me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid person questions, please !"
Philip brought the minuscule hammer he kept in the balcony console. Polly took it, drew her doll up and hit the upper part of the cast with all her might. daub bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Prince Philip cried out, taking a footmark forward.
Polly froze him with a obliquely glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could ache herself.
Slightly bent in the book binding, with his implements of war folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A second later his side brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this horrifying bandage is a unplayful obstruction. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend bully time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for sure, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for form removal."
"Do you need avail ?"
"Give me scissors hold !"
Duke of Edinburgh 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 plastic pouch appeared from under the oddment. There was white powdered core in it.
Philip 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 albumen powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed farsighted way of life 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 ! ”