Prince Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At initiatory he didn't notice anything matter to but just as he thought luck would empty him this clock time, cached a coup d'oeil of an occupy object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an live macho in search of a woman.
The miss 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 miscellaneous eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the patch 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 table ; all her attention was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
"Can I offer you a beverage ?"asked Philip mildly and put into action one of the most resistless variants of a grin which his facial nerve muscles could produce.
The girl looked up with a scratch line. Her beautiful eyes were loggerheaded with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you verbalise English language ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished butt into the full ashtray.
"I just thought a swallow would do you good."
"What makes you think so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a trance dimple twitching on her cheek.
Duke of Edinburgh felt slightly awkward which wasn't distinctive for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this clock time.
"Well… you look a bit spooky, and your face is sort of… pale…"
In this moment Philip noticed two blacken plastic objects with semicircular form sticking over the sharpness of the table. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a small. Here the things were not going to turn out well obviously. The young lady started beating the devil's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a glass of beer."
Prince Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the cumbersomeness of the office, the female child bit her lower lip nervously.
"I… don't want to chafe you…"Philip started, then, after a short hesitancy, 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 glance under the board. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with Negroid doll, and rough sticking plaster cast from the modest constituent of which five petite 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 young woman's expression. He felt sorry… for not being lucky to assemble this belle in full times, not that he would desist from doing it now - Philip's opinion about women was frequently changing under the pressure of his inviolable 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 States. I'm waiting a… admirer of mine to pluck me up… but his car has broken and I'm expecting him no Oklahoman 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 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 bag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding hack. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a cast for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often disordered sentences was literally pouring out of her sass 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 heart obviously shaken by the ill luck.
"Do you know 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 backtalk, 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 up it anymore. Come on, assist 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 expiration. Her humbled leg, which turned out to be encased in plasterwork up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip palpate even more disappointed.
"Lame or not, I will eff her. Just my luck !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the lounge, fixing her feverish center on Duke of Edinburgh who at this here and now was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a casted fille. other thinking fleeted through his thinker too. Such as :"Maybe in this face I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the cast on my shoulder so that not to annoy myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a pounding ?"Polly asked.
"hammering ?"Philip gave her a pose look.
"cum on ! Just fetch me a hammering !"
"Why ?"
"catch asking pudding head motion, please !"
Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the mould with all her might. poultice bits flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Prince Philip cried out, taking a step forward.
Polly froze him with a squint glance and continued hammering her tight thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself.
Slightly bent-grass in the back, with his weaponry folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his look brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the rule way. She knows this frightful bandage is a serious obstacle. I'm going to like that. We are going to spend big time together, cutie. Yes, yes, no question. 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 Dr. for cast removal."
"Do you take help ?"
"give me scissor grip !"
Duke of Edinburgh hurried to fetch scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her second joint as if looking for something. Small plastic pouch appeared from under the remnants. There was gabardine powdered substance in it.
Philip was blinking sheepishly, as if hit by a wet rag but Polly was beaming with happiness. She tore the pocket with trembling fingers and buried her poke into the blank powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long path on the powder 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 ! ”