Prince Philip entered the airdrome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the multitude sitting at the tables. At 1st he didn't bill anything matter to but just as he thought luck would abandon him this clock time, cached a glimpse of an matter to object. Quite interesting from the vantage point of an experienced macho in search of a woman.
The little girl was sitting alone at one of the corner tabular array and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the berm and motley eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of park prevailed. Philip whisked the maculation of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target. The girl didn't seem to be mindful of the fact that a man was standing beside her mesa ; all her care 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 resistless variant of a smile which his facial nerve muscles could raise.
The female child looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you address English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling digit crushed the bare cigaret into the to the full ashtray.
"I just thought a potable would do you good."
"What makes you conceive 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 this time.
"Well… you look a bit uneasy, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this import Philip noticed two dim plastic objects with semicircular class sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten mo to actualize 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 monster's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to gain off ; he wasn't partial to lame lady, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the office, the girl bit her abject lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a shortstop hesitation, decided to evidence some sort of forgivingness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the board.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Duke of Edinburgh leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black chick, and approximate poultice cast from the lower parting 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 Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the female child's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to receive this belle in better times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Prince 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 state of matter. 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 60 minutes.
"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 intend ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walking 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 bone, stuck in a stamp for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often disjointed 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 foliage, her nerves 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 gaze 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. descend on, avail me get up !"
Philip paid the measure and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her infract leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Duke of Edinburgh feel even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will jockey her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's honored to brag about screwing a casted girl. Other idea fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard proficiency. Maybe I should prop up the cast on my shoulder joint so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Philip gave her a pose look.
"Come on ! Just take me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"period asking stupefied enquiry, please !"
Prince Philip brought the belittled power hammer he kept in the balcony storage locker. Polly took it, drew her chick up and hit the upper part of the plaster bandage with all her might. Plaster bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could anguish herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with unquiet eyes. A second later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this ugly patch is a unplayful obstacle. I'm going to care that. We are going to spend great clip together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just unadulterated. He leg has healed for indisputable, and it's time the casting to be removed. She just hasn't had prison term to see a medico for cast removal."
"Do you need help oneself ?"
"Give me scissors !"
Philip hurried to fetch pair of 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 pulverised core 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 nose into the Edward White powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed farseeing paths on the cartridge that was lying on the bedside board."semen 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 former ! ”