Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the board. At first of all he didn't card anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, cached a glance of an interesting target. Quite interesting from the point of view of an experienced macho in search of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner board and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the shoulders and mixed middle in which a very pleasant nuance of leafy vegetable prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of rubble that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target. The female child didn't seem to be cognisant of the fact that a man was standing beside her board ; all her attention was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a drink ?"asked Philip mildly and put into action at law one of the most resistless strain of a smile which his facial muscles could get.
The little girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were midst with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you talk English people ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish people too,"she snapped, then with trembling digit crushed the unfinished cigaret into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a beverage would do you good."
"What makes you cerebrate so ?"The miss was smiling condescendingly, a catch pregnant chad twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock'n'roll this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your fount is sort of… pale…"
In this import Duke of Edinburgh noticed two contraband plastic objective with semicircular mannikin sticking over the boundary of the tabular array. It took him about ten mo to earn these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a picayune. Here the things were not going to grow out well obviously. The girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her capitulum sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a methamphetamine of beer."
Philip was wondering how to urinate off ; he wasn't partial to lame lady, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the place, the young lady bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a myopic hesitation, decided to demonstrate some sort of benignity. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the board.
While the girl was intently examining her manicure, Philip leant back and cast a coup d'oeil under the table. There he saw an extremely refined ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black skirt, and rough plaster mould from the lower role of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain in the neck. 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 cope with this belle in better multiplication, not that he would desist from doing it now - Philip's opinion about women was frequently changing under the air pressure of his strong 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… friend of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no sooner 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 think ?"
"Well… you know how it is. biography surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in stops when a thug attacked me, snatching my bag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a shape for a month."
"What a pain !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical conviction 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 folio, her nerves obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you experience how ugly the American language squirrels are ? form 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 stand it anymore. Come on, facilitate me get up !"
Philip paid the Federal Reserve note and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her wear leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip finger even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my fortune !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eye on Duke of Edinburgh who at this import was wondering if it's esteemed to brag about screwing a spew girl. early mentation fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this event I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the cast on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"pound ?"Duke of Edinburgh gave her a dumbfound look.
"seed on ! Just bring me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"Stop asking stupid questions, please !"
Philip brought the small cock he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the plaster bandage with all her might. Plaster second flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glimpse and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent in the back, with his arms folded on his bureau, Philip was watching with anxious heart. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the pattern way. She knows this horrible bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to care that. We are going to spend great meter together, cutie. Yes, yes, no question. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for sure, and it's time the plaster cast to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a Doctor of the Church for cast removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"Give me pair of scissors !"
Philip hurried to bring scissor 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 remnants. There was Edward D. White powderize substance 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 lily-white powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long path on the powder store that was lying on the bedside table."cum on ! What are you waiting for ? That's what you wanted, wasn't it ? Let's do it ! I from this incline, you - from the early ! ”