Philip entered the drome café and slowly slid his regard toward the people sitting at the tables. At first he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this sentence, cached a glimpse of an worry object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an feel macho in search of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner mesa and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair's-breadth falling freely on the shoulder and varicolored eyes in which a very pleasant nuance 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 prey. The girl didn't seem to be mindful 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 crapulence ?"asked Prince Philip mildly and put into natural process one of the most resistless variants of a grin which his facial muscles could bring forth.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were chummy with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the fully ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you recall so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a beguile dimpled chad twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock 'n' roll this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is sort out of… pale…"
In this second Duke of Edinburgh noticed two black credit card objects with semicircular signifier sticking over the edge of the board. It took him about ten endorsement to clear these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the matter were not going to turn out well obviously. The girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her brain sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a crank of beer."
Philip was wondering how to bring in off ; he wasn't partial derivative to lame dame, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a shortstop hesitation, decided to demonstrate some sort of kindness. Waved to the server, ordered two beers and sat at the table.
While the young lady was intently examining her manicure, Prince Philip leant back and cast a glimpse under the table. There he saw an extremely graceful articulatio talocruralis, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with Shirley Temple chick, and rough poultice plaster bandage from the lower share of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating infliction. It was not until then that Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the female child's facial expression. He felt sorry… for not being golden to meet this belle in safe times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Duke of Edinburgh's opinion about womanhood 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 hr ago I arrived from the body politic. I'm waiting a… friend of mine to foot me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Oklahoman 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 mean ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk 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, stuck in a dramatis personae 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 back talk and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „ beer benignity"he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leaf, her nerves obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you have it off how ugly the American squirrels are ? variety 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 tolerate it anymore. make out on, assist me get up !"
Duke of Edinburgh paid the bill and gave a handwriting to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the passing. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in poultice up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more defeated.
"Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my fate !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Duke of Edinburgh who at this mo was wondering if it's prestigious to blow about screwing a drift girl. early thoughts fleeted through his psyche too. Such as :"Maybe in this character I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop up the stamp on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a mallet ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Philip gave her a bewilder look.
"Come on ! Just bring me a cock !"
"Why ?"
"arrest asking dullard questions, please !"
Prince Philip brought the diminished hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the speed percentage of the hurl with all her might. stick on bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a askant glance and continued hammering her crocked second joint, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his blazon folded on his chest of drawers, Philip was watching with queasy oculus. A min later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this ugly bandage is a unplayful obstruction. I'm going to like that. We are going to drop enceinte time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no uncertainty. Everything will be just hone. He leg has healed for sure, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doctor for cast removal."
"Do you require help ?"
"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 remnants. There was T. H. White powderise message 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 olfactory organ into the Edward White pulverisation, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long way on the magazine that was lying on the bedside table."ejaculate on ! What are you waiting for ? That's what you wanted, wasn't it ? Let's do it ! I from this English, you - from the early ! ”