Island Tour

I walk into the Admiral's office. The Admiral and I are buddies and we go back a few years. However, the man is always busy and I have to remember his schedule.
The Admiral finishes something and then tells me, “Jim, I have an installation tour of five South Pacific islands. You develop a computer program, to spec, and then go down to the South Pacific and install it yourself. It’s a bit unusual for you, I realize.”
(Damn right it’s a bit of an unusual assignment for me! I develop computer programs, including testing. Navy enlisted, blue suiters, as they are called, then install the computer programs, using the directions that I furnish with my programs. I’m too expensive to the government to roam the pacific installing computer programs.)
The Admiral hands me a spec sheet. The stuff specified in the spec sheet is routine and I can do it, no sweat. The fee offered is damn good, too damn good! The Admiral isn’t paying me that kind of money for a simple software development and install.
I wonder what's going on and I look back up, at the Admiral.
The Admiral sort of stares into space. He lectures me, “Jim, I have five female staff. One per island. They’re doing a good job, up to now. However, they're dying of boredom, since they’re alone on an isolated island. You deliver a computer program, some prime steaks, Idaho baked potatoes, champagne, candlelight, etc. You then leave me with five satisfied ladies. Got that?”
I’m being asked to go out to the islands of paradise and sell my body for cash. Of course, the Navy can’t contract for that sort of thing, not openly at any rate. Thus I get paid for my skill, for my travel time and, not so incidentally, to keep my mouth shut afterward.
“Yes Admiral! I mean, hell yes Admiral!”
The Admiral smiles a sort of, ‘Wish it was me, 20 years ago smile’ and the interview is over.
I leave and go back to my lab. I work hard and get the computer program developed and tested. What’s specified isn’t really very complicated and I get it done pretty quickly. After I do the initial testing, I then get a Navy test team to test it and I make a couple of very minor changes, in response to the Navy test report. The Navy tests my program again and my program comes through clean! I get the delivery kit ordered. I get everything delivered to the ship on which I’m scheduled to ride to the islands.
The guys on the ship are a little curious. They want to know, “Why do we have to refrigerate a computer program delivery kit?”
I tell the ship guys, “Well guys, I have some unusual deliveries to make and, if you have questions, ask the Admiral.” (They no longer allow keelhauling in today’s Navy, but after the Admiral gets finished with an out of line sailor, the sailor wishes he had only been keelhauled. Thus, no one goes and talks with the Admiral.)