A woman of unbending principle, Chance is very particular about the men she fucks. [As aren't most women?] Generally, Chance prefers men with Latin machismo coursing through their veins and who can woo her as the occasion suits with rustic folk songs about the homeland. Sly devil that he is, Jay Ashley, smelling an opportunity in more ways than one, convinced Chance that not only was he a gutsy sponge diver from Guadalajara named Lopez but a suitable bed partner as well. So Chance immediately spread her ass cheeks, let her sexual juices rip and bought into his story. A few of you may be disgusted by this obvious ruse, but we see it as a good call on Jay's part and a cautionary tale to all women who accept bullshit stories without doing due diligence.