Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the the great unwashed sitting at the mesa. At number one he didn't notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would vacate him this fourth dimension, cached a coup d'oeil of an interesting objective. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experienced macho in hunt of a woman.
The young woman 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 shoulder and mixed eyes in which a very pleasant subtlety of special K prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket crown and briskly started toward the target. The lady friend 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 drink ?"asked Duke of Edinburgh mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible chance variable of a grinning which his facial muscles could produce.
The missy looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
"Do you speak English ?"Philip asked.
"And I speak Spanish too,"she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished fag into the wide ashtray.
"I just thought a drink would do you good."
"What makes you call up so ?"The girl was smiling condescendingly, a catch dimple twitching on her cheek.
Prince Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn't typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock candy this time.
"Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is screen of… pale…"
In this present moment Philip noticed two black plastic objects with semicircular manikin sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten seconds to see these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. Here the things were not going to release out well obviously. The young lady started beating the daimon's tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her pass sadly.
"I wouldn't say no to a crank of beer."
Philip was wondering how to make off ; he wasn't partial to lame gentlewoman, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the young lady bit her let down lip nervously.
"I… don't want to bother you…"Philip started, then, after a short wavering, decided to shew 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, Prince Philip leant back and cast a coup d'oeil under the mesa. There he saw an extremely graceful ankle, shapely calf, knee, halfcovered with disastrous doll, and rough plaster cast from the down part of which five tiny pinkish toes were sticking out. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating botheration. It was not until then that Philip noted the ill concealed suffering emanating from the girl's expression. He felt sorry… for not being prosperous to contact this belle in better time, not that he would refrain from doing it now - Philip's persuasion about women 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 60 minutes ago I arrived from the state. I'm waiting a… friend of mine to piece 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 mean ?"
"Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a pass in Chicago when a thug attacked me, snatching my pocketbook. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding cab. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a form for a month."
"What a nuisance !"
Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often disconnected sentences 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 nerves obviously shaken by the tough 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 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 place upright it anymore. derive on, help me get up !"
Philip paid the bill and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, got up and hopped toward the exit. Her go bad leg, which turned out to be encased in cataplasm up to the second joint, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more defeated.
"Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my destiny !"he thought.

Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the sofa, fixing her feverish eye on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it's prestigious to brag about screwing a frame lady friend. Other thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as :"Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should shore up the dramatis personae on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…"
"Do you have a hammer ?"Polly asked.
"hammer ?"Philip gave her a puzzled look.
"ejaculate on ! Just lend me a hammer !"
"Why ?"
"stopover asking stupe questions, please !"
Philip brought the minor hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper berth part of the dramatis personae with all her might. poultice snatch flew in every direction.
"Hey, what are you doing ?"Philip cried out, taking a measure forward.
Polly froze him with a askance coup d'oeil and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could injure herself.
Slightly bent in the backrest, with his arms folded on his breast, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his boldness brightened. He was thinking :"She wants to do it in the rule way. She knows this ugly bandage is a sober obstacle. I'm going to care that. We are going to drop with child metre together, cutie. Yes, yes, no doubtfulness. Everything will be just perfect. He leg has healed for indisputable, and it's time the cast to be removed. She just hasn't had time to see a doc for cast removal."
"Do you need serve ?"
"Give me scissors !"
Philip hurried to bring in scissors. Polly cut the padding that had shown underneath and stared rummaging hectically around her thigh as if looking for something. Small credit card pouch appeared from under the oddment. There was white pulverized meat 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 ovalbumin powder, smiling blissfully, sniffing noisily.
"And now let's do it together !"Polly chirruped as she formed long paths on the cartridge clip 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 slope, you - from the early ! ”