Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his regard toward the multitude sitting at the tabular array. At first base he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the standpoint of an get macho in search of a woman.
The daughter 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 varicoloured middle in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the scrap of detritus that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target. The young lady didn't seem to be cognisant 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 drink ?"asked Prince Philip mildly and put into legal action one of the most resistless random variable of a smile which his facial brawn could give rise.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful centre were thick with surprisal and incomprehension.
"Do you verbalize English ?"Prince Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling finger's breadth crushed the unfinished cigarette 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.
Duke of Edinburgh felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive for him. It appeared he had run upon a careen this time.
"Well… you look a bit unquiet, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic objects with semicircular frame sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten seconds to recognize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a petty. Here the thing were not going to turn out well obviously. The female child started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her headway sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to produce off ; he wasn't partial to lame peeress, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the girl bit her down in the mouth lip nervously.
"I… don't want to get at you…"Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to exhibit some form 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 ankle, shapely calfskin, knee joint, halfcovered with blacken skirt, and rough out plaster shape 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 daughter's saying. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to run across this belle in upright times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's opinion about adult female was frequently changing under the pressing of his strong 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 land. I'm waiting a… friend of mine to clean me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no sooner than three or four time of day.
"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 imply ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a pass in Michigan when a thug attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a hurrying taxicab. 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 illogical 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 leaf, her nerves obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you know how ugly the American English squirrels are ? sorting of… chubby cheeked… you know.
"Polly, sorry but I must go. I have to go to work.
Polly bit her back talk, her gaze wandering skyward.
"Let's do it,"she whispered.
"Do it ?"
"Yes ! Let's do it ! At you place."
"Well…"
"I can't stick out it anymore. derive on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the bill and gave a deal to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her break up leg, which turned out to be encased in sticking plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip sense even more disappointed.
"square or not, I will chouse 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 blow about screwing a wander fille. other thought process fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should shore up the cast on my shoulder joint so that not to fret myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a power hammer ?"Polly asked.
"pounding ?"Duke of Edinburgh gave her a baffle look.
"seminal fluid on ! Just bring me a hammering !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid inquiry, please !"
Philip brought the modest pounding he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the speed theatrical role of the cast with all her might. Plaster bite flew in every counseling.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a dance step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her soused thigh, not worried at all that she could anguish herself.
Slightly bent in the binding, with his blazonry folded on his bureau, Philip was watching with anxious optic. A minute of arc later his cheek brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the rule way. She knows this atrocious bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend great time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubtfulness. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for trusted, and it's time the form to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a physician for stamp removal."
"Do you involve help ?"
"give me scissors !"
Prince Philip hurried to fetch scissors grip. 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 end. There was white powdered kernel in it.
Prince Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pouch with trembling digit and buried her pry into the white powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long track 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 former ! ”