Nice thing, this bloc judging, eh?" Warren laughed."Good thing I didn't fall down!" Sophia cracked.The judging panel for the original dance and free d...nce must have disappointed the conspirators. Only the French and the Italians were drawn for the third panel. Both the Americans and Canadians were on it, plus a bunch of judges representing nations with no big stake in the outcome. It was rumored that strong efforts by the French to form a coalition fell on deaf ears.Sophia and Warren were in. It was truly a one stop shop for the person with multi ailments. I only had one thing wrong with me, that I knew about, but it was an orthopedic nightmare.Since I was running late, and I knew how doctor's were in general, I stopped for take out coffee and a biscuit. It was from the drive thru window of a restaurant that was supposed to specialize in that kind of thing. That didn't mean that it was good, just that they served the acceptable food all day."Hello, I'm Sylvia Porter. I have a 11:15. She said due to the fall her ankle was hurting and “should I massage you aunty”, “that is exactly what I wanted” she said. She asked me to get a oil bottle from the bathroom.She lay on the bed still in a petticoat and blouse and I started massaging her right ankle, she closed her eyes and hiked her petticoat till her knees so that I had a proper access to her feet. She said “why don’t you massage my leg as well”, I said Ok and started massaging her shin and she hiked her petticoat a little more. The neighbors are used to it. We're teammates, remember?" You would bring that up!" She sighed. "I want you to know, this is beyond my comfort level." This whole lesson was your idea. Want to call it off?" She knew I was not serious, that I was in this all the way."No way!" She rattled my right arm."Ain't payback a bitch? Come on, let's get some shoes on. We can manage that."Well yeah, but it was yet again another adventure in teamwork! I suppose we could have at least pulled on pants, maybe.