Philip entered the drome café and slowly slid his regard toward the people sitting at the tabular array. At number 1 he didn't card anything interesting but just as he thought luck would empty him this time, cached a glance of an interesting physical object. Quite interesting from the standpoint of an receive macho in search of a woman.
The lady friend was sitting alone at one of the corner board and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond fuzz falling freely on the shoulder joint and motley eyes in which a very pleasant refinement of green prevailed. Duke of Edinburgh whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the butt. The miss didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her board ; all her tending was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a drink ?"asked Duke of Edinburgh mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible var. of a smile which his seventh cranial nerve muscles could produce.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were loggerheaded with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you suppose so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a becharm dimple twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock candy this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your side is separate of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two total darkness charge card physical object with semicircular form sticking over the bound of the table. 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 girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her drumhead sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to cripple ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the post, the missy bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to put out you…"Prince Philip started, then, after a short hesitancy, decided to demonstrate some sorting of forgivingness. 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 tabular array. There he saw an extremely graceful articulatio talocruralis, shapely calf, stifle, halfcovered with contraband doll, and rough sticking plaster casting from the lower parting of which five midget pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating botheration. 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 lucky to satisfy this belle in better multiplication, not that he would abstain from doing it now - Philip's belief about women was frequently changing under the pressure of his potent 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 DoS. I'm waiting a… friend of mine to find fault me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Oklahoman 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. life sentence surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Windy City when a thug attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a hurrying taxi. And here I am with broken tibia, stuck in a cast of characters for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often garbled sentences 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 leafage, her nerves obviously shaken by the ill 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 brim, 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. add up on, help me get up !"
Prince Philip paid the bill and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the issue. Her crushed leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more defeated.
"lame or not, I will make out her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the lounge, fixing her hectic middle on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to gas about screwing a frame little girl. Other cerebration fleeted through his judgment too. Such as :"Maybe in this cause I should use a nonstandard proficiency. Maybe I should prop up the cast on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a mallet ?"Polly asked.
"cock ?"Prince Philip gave her a bewilder look.
"seed on ! Just make for me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid doubtfulness, please !"
Philip brought the pocket-size hammering he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the speed theatrical role of the hurl with all her might. plaster bits flew in every counsel.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a dance step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered second joint, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly hang in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Duke of Edinburgh was watching with queasy eyes. A bit later his face 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 wish 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 prison term the shape to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for cast removal."
"Do you involve help ?"
"Give me scissors grip !"
Duke of Edinburgh hurried to convey scissor hold. Polly cut the cushioning 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 powder substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pocket with trembling fingerbreadth and buried her nose into the flannel 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 other ! ”