Throckmorton had gone to full defensive stance.  He was not about to share this moment with anyone.  Rules at the Foggy Bottom Resort and Spa were generally lax.  the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure what to do; mortal combat wasn’t his thing.  At last he blew his whistle and in his strongest voice said:”Your three minutes are up!  Next!”  It worked.IMG_0165 (2)