The car drove off. Esperanza shrugged and waved at Myron. It wasn't an original line, but it never failed her.

"God, I love that woman," Myron said.

"She's, like, totally hot," Mindy agreed. "I wish I

looked like her."

"You should wish to be like her," he corrected.

"What's the difference? She must, like, really work out, right?"

Esperanza entered the Parker Inn. The first thing that hit her was the smell a pungent combination of dried vomit and body odor, only less olfactorily pleasing. She wrinkled her nose and continued inside. The floor was hardwood with lots of sawdust. The light was dingy, coming off the pool table ceiling fixtures that were supposed to look like imitation Tiffany lamps. The crowd was probably two-to-one men over women. Everyone was dressed in a word -cheesy.

Esperanza looked around the room. Then she spoke out loud so that Myron would hear her through the phone.

"About a hundred guys in here fit your description," she said. "It's like asking me to find an implant in a strip club."

Myron's phone was on mute, but she'd bet he was laughing. An implant at a strip club. Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all.

So now what?

People were staring at her, but she was used to that.

Three seconds passed before a man approached her. He had a long, kinky beard; bits of coagulated food were lodged in it. He smiled toothlessly, looked her up and down unapologetically.

"I've got a great tongue," he said to her.

"Now all you need is some teeth."

She pushed past him and made her way to the bar. Two seconds later, a guy jumped toward her. He wore a cowboy hat. Cowboy hat. Philadelphia. What's wrong with this picture? '

"Hey, sweetheart, don't I know you?"

Esperanza nodded. "Another line that smooth," she said, "and I may start to undress."

The cowboy whooped it up like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. "No, little darling, I'm not handing you a line. I'm serious here .... " His voice sort of drifted off "Holy Shit, the man cried. "It's Little Pocahontas!

The Indian Princess! You're Little Pocahontas, right? Don't deny it now, darling. It's you! I can't believe it!

Myron was probably laughing his ass off right now.

"Nice to see you," Esperanza said. "Thank you very much for remembering."

"Shit, Bobby, take a lookie here. It's Little Pocahontas!

Remember? That hot little vixen on FLOW?"

FLOW, of course, stood for the "Fabulous Ladies Of Wrestling." The organization's original name had been the "Beautiful Ladies Of Wrestling," but once they became popular enough for television, the networks insisted on a new acronym.

"Where?" Another man approached, eyes wide and drunk and happy. "Holy shit, you're right! It's her! It's really her!"

"Hey, thanks for the memories, fellas, but "

"I remember this one time, you were fighting Tatiana the Siberian Husky? Remember that one? Shit, my hardon nearly poked a hole clean through my bedroom window."