i unfortunately had to dance with her again this week, and my god, afterwards you can feel the grease and oil and sweat on the palms of your hands. it's horrible. not only that, but when she grasped the back of my shirt and let go, my shirt was wet. like not slightly moist, like 'i've just done the drying' wet. unfortunately it looks as if she's going to stay on, as she believes herself to be quite the competent dancer, which is very unpleasant for the rest of us certainly. however, it has also made me look at the other gentlemen in my dancing group, and i've certainly begun to feel sorry for the ladies dancing with them.