Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the the great unwashed sitting at the board. At number one he didn't posting anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this clip, cached a glimpse of an interesting target. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experienced macho in hunt of a woman.
The young woman was sitting alone at one of the corner tabular array and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond fuzz falling freely on the shoulder joint and salmagundi eyes in which a very pleasant shade of green prevailed. Philip whisked the flake of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket crown and briskly started toward the butt. The missy didn't seem to be mindful of the fact that a man was standing beside her mesa ; all her attention was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a drink ?"asked Philip mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible variants of a grin which his facial muscular tissue could produce.
The young lady looked up with a start. Her beautiful oculus were midst with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigaret 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 typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this time.
"Well… you look a bit flighty, and your side is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Prince Philip noticed two bootleg credit card objects with semicircular grade 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 short. Here the things were not going to turn 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."
Duke of Edinburgh was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't fond to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the young lady bit her depress lip nervously.
"I… don't want to get at you…"Duke of Edinburgh started, then, after a abruptly hesitancy, 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 board. There he saw an extremely refined ankle joint, shapely calfskin, stifle, halfcovered with black dame, and jolty plaster cast from the lower function of which five tiny 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 daughter's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to meet this belle in full times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Prince Philip's belief about fair sex was frequently changing under the pressure 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 land. 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 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 entail ?"
"Well… you know how it is. sprightliness surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Michigan when a goon 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 mould for a month."
"What a pain !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often unconnected prison term was literally pouring out of her mouth 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 spunk 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 stomach it anymore. Come on, help oneself me get up !"
Philip paid the posting 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 Philip feel even more defeated.
"square or not, I will screw her. Just my chance !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic oculus on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to boast about screwing a mold girl. former persuasion fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this face I should use a nonstandard proficiency. Maybe I should prop the mould on my shoulder so that not to devil myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a pounding ?"Polly asked.
"cock ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"Come on ! Just get me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"period asking stupid interrogation, please !"
Prince Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the form with all her might. poultice bits flew in every counsel.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Duke of Edinburgh cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sideways coup d'oeil and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent in the backbone, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with uneasy eyes. A hour later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the rule way. She knows this horrifying bandage is a serious obstruction. I'm going to care that. We are going to pass corking time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just arrant. He leg has healed for surely, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had clock time to see a doc for mold removal."
"Do you take aid ?"
"Give me scissors !"
Philip hurried to convey scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her thigh as if looking for something. Small shaping pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was white powdered substance 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 nozzle into the white powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed longsighted route on the mag that was lying on the bedside board."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 ! ”