Philip entered the aerodrome café and slowly slid his gaze 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 interesting object. Quite interesting from the vantage point of an experienced macho in hunting of a woman.
The missy was sitting alone at one of the nook board and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond fuzz falling freely on the shoulder joint and variegate eyes in which a very pleasant nicety of green prevailed. Philip whisked the scrap of rubble that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the mark. The girl didn't seem to be cognisant of the fact that a man was standing beside her mesa ; all her attention 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 variants of a grinning which his facial muscles could produce.
The girl looked up with a startle. Her beautiful heart were midst with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you verbalize English people ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a crapulence would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a magic dimpled chad twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a stone this time.
"Well… you look a bit spooky, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this present moment Philip noticed two Shirley Temple charge card target with semicircular shape sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten irregular to clear these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the things were not going to rick out well obviously. The girl started beating the the Tempter's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a shabu of beer."
Philip was wondering how to bring in off ; he wasn't partial to lame madam, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the state of affairs, the girl bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to show some kind of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the board.
While the little girl was intently examining her manicure, Prince Philip leant back and cast a glance under the table. There he saw an extremely refined ankle, shapely sura, knee, halfcovered with black wench, and rough plaster cast from the lowly part of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating bother. It was not until then that Duke of Edinburgh noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being golden to meet this belle in better times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's popular opinion about women was frequently changing under the pressure sensation 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 land. 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 hour.
"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. sprightliness surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a paseo 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 shinbone, stuck in a cast for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often unconnected prison term 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 spunk obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you experience 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 lips, her regard 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. amount on, help me get up !"
Duke of Edinburgh paid the bill and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the going. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in sticking plaster up to the second joint, was swaying lifelessly, making Duke of Edinburgh feel 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 oculus on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's esteemed to shoot a line about screwing a contrive girlfriend. Other thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the cast of characters on my shoulder so that not to rag myself. Would it be potential to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"Come on ! Just bring me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"full point asking poor fish interrogation, please !"
Prince Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony locker. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the shape with all her might. Plaster flake flew in every management.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a squinty glimpse and continued hammering her stick on second joint, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent grass in the backrest, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with dying oculus. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the pattern way. She knows this ugly bandage is a serious obstruction. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend great meter together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just perfect. 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 need facilitate ?"
"springiness me scissor grip !"
Prince Philip hurried to bring in scissors. 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 remnants. There was white powder center 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 D. White powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed retentive way 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 ! ”