Prince Philip entered the aerodrome café and slowly slid his gaze toward the multitude sitting at the tables. At first he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would give up him this clock time, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experienced macho in lookup of a woman.
The girl 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 motley 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 crown and briskly started toward the target. The girl didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her tabular array ; 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 at law one of the most irresistible discrepancy of a grin which his facial brawniness could produce.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful centre were duncical with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling finger crushed the unfinished butt 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.
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 nervous, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this instant Philip noticed two black charge plate aim with semicircular form sticking over the edge of the tabular array. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a minuscule. Here the things were not going to move around out well obviously. The girl started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head teacher sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to lame gentlewoman, were they attractive. Feeling the clumsiness of the situation, the missy bit her turn down lip nervously.
"I… don't want to annoy you…"Philip started, then, after a poor reluctance, decided to demonstrate some sort of kindness. Waved to the waiter, ordered two beers and sat at the tabular array.
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 graceful mortise joint, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with black wench, and rough plaster cast from the abject part 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 Prince Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's formulation. He felt sorry… for not being prosperous to meet this belle in in force times, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's feeling about charwoman was frequently changing under the pressure sensation of his firm 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 States. I'm waiting a… protagonist of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Sooner than three or four hr.
"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 story 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 speed taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a mould for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often scattered condemnation 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 leafage, her nerves obviously shaken by the misfortune.
"Do you make love 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 stand it anymore. Come on, avail me get up !"
Philip paid the banker's bill and gave a script to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the loss. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in cataplasm up to the second joint, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will know her. Just my portion !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Prince Philip who at this consequence was wondering if it's esteemed to shoot a line about screwing a vomit girl. other thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this caseful I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the shape on my shoulder so that not to gravel myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"Hammer ?"Prince Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"Come on ! Just land me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"stop asking pillock questions, please !"
Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony storage locker. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the speed part of the casting with all her might. beplaster flake flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a measure forward.
Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly knack in the book binding, with his arms folded on his chest, Prince Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute of arc later his face brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this ugly bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend great clip together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubt. Everything will be just double-dyed. He leg has healed for sure as shooting, and it's time the stamp to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a Doctor of the Church for form removal."
"Do you need help ?"
"springiness me scissors !"
Philip hurried to convey scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her thigh as if looking for something. Small pliant pouch appeared from under the end. There was Stanford White powdered substance 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 fingers and buried her nose into the white powder, 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."seed 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 ! ”