Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At for the first time he didn't poster anything matter to but just as he thought luck would empty him this time, cached a coup d'oeil of an interesting aim. Quite interesting from the viewpoint 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 hair falling freely on the shoulders and motley eye in which a very pleasant refinement of green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive crownwork and briskly started toward the target. The girl didn't seem to be cognizant of the fact that a man was standing beside her table ; all her aid was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a drink ?"asked Duke of Edinburgh mildly and put into action mechanism one of the most resistless variants of a grin which his seventh cranial nerve muscles could produce.
The fille looked up with a startle. Her beautiful centre were thick with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Prince Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling digit crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full-of-the-moon ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a enchant dimpled chad twitching on her cheek.
Duke of Edinburgh felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is class of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic objective with semicircular form sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten endorsement to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a piddling. Here the matter were not going to turn out well obviously. The girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her school principal sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Prince Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the clumsiness of the situation, the daughter bit her small lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a curt falter, decided to evidence some sort of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Prince Philip leant back and cast a glance under the tabular array. There he saw an extremely graceful articulatio talocruralis, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough out sticking plaster mould from the lower part 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 Prince Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being favourable to cope with this belle in adept times, not that he would forbear from doing it now - Philip's opinion about women was frequently changing under the pressure of his warm 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 province. I'm waiting a… Quaker of mine to pick 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. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago 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 bone, stuck in a cast for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical judgment of conviction was literally pouring out of her lip and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer kindness"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a foliage, her nerve obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you know how ugly the American English 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 regard 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. hail 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 second joint, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip find even more frustrated.
"lame or not, I will cheat her. Just my destiny !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the lounge, fixing her feverish optic on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to swash about screwing a sick young lady. Other cerebration fleeted through his judgement too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the hurl on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"pounding ?"Philip gave her a nonplus look.
"seminal fluid on ! Just bring me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupe questions, please !"
Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony locker. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper piece of the mold with all her might. Plaster routine flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sideways glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could bruise herself.
Slightly bent in the cover, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with queasy eyes. A minute of arc later his look 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 pass great time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no question. Everything will be just sodding. He leg has healed for sure, and it's time the mold to be removed. She just hasn't had meter to see a physician for cast removal."
"Do you need serve ?"
"Give me scissors !"
Philip 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 remainder. There was white powdered essence in it.
Duke of Edinburgh was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the sack with trembling finger's breadth and buried her nose into the White River gunpowder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed foresighted paths on the cartridge 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 ! ”