I talk to a few people on the phone. I then contact the calypso group Enchanted Boomerang. The guys are good and they're actually from Jamaica. They were abandoned by their former Manager and they're hurting for money. I tell them, "I can give your group a good payday and also hook you up with a guy down in Florida where you should be able to earn enough to get home."

With no real choice, Enchanted Boomerang agrees to my proposal. I do offer them enough money to insure that their hearts will really be in the effort.

I then talk to Overseer. Big O is what we call a Progressive Implementer of Modern Personnel or PIMP for short. Big O has the rep of being able to deliver Mayflower babes, you know, the kind of ladies that come across!

Big O remembers Jack the Butcher from our earlier days. (No, I'm not gonna go into our earlier days. If you really need to know about our earlier days, you can talk to the police. They'll remember.)

Big O tells me he'll furnish me some black or gold Hospitality Operators or HOs for short.

"Big O, I don't want no dead meat and I don't want no smart mouth girls. The ladies gonna hafta deal with important customers."

Big O tells me. "Relax Jack. I'll get you some hot babes and supervise the girls myself."

I relax because Big O knows how to keep his HOs in line.

Big O isn't from the Caribbean, but he used to hang with guys from down there and he has a great singing voice. He also knows the old calypso songs with the original, blue words. Big O and I briefly discuss the type of material I want used for the party. We then casually discuss the overall plan to some level of detail and all systems are go!

A couple of days later, I meet the calypso girls down at Big O's place. They're young, black and willing. The ladies can do the Caribbean accent well enough to pass with foreigners. I tell the girls, "I want a smooth operation here, with no trouble."

Ruby done gets up and tells me, "You be havin' the money sugah, we gots the smooth." The rest of the girls nod.

I tell them, "I gots the money, get the smooth ready." I then tell them, "We also gonna have a couple of white girls who gonna strip for the customers. I don't need no trouble with you girls here."

The girls look at me in amazement, but they accept what they are told. (Put enough money in people's pockets and you automatically move from crazy to eccentric.)

I also meet the golden girls on another day. They're mostly Hawaiian, although there are a couple of Mexican girls who can pass. I question them just enough to let me know that, for the right money, they're ready, willing and able. Oh yeah, we also talk a little about dancing.

Finally, I talk to a few Hawaiian guys who know how to do the kind of real luau that will feed the party goers. They have most of the equipment and, with AD's clout, I can get, at wholesale, the food and booze they'll need for the luau.

The foreign guys come in on Thursday and we go through the usual technical presentation. Well, not quite the usual presentation. JB is there, which is very unusual. He closely watches the foreign guys. JB doesn't understand the technical stuff, but he knows people.

The foreign guys do know the technical stuff, but they're more interested in the fact that I'm leading the project, because I have delivered for them before and they want proved leadership.

I can talk to their technical people and also to their financial people. If they have any doubts about AD's commitment, JB's presence takes care of that.

By Friday afternoon, we have completed the technical and financial stuff. The customers are happy with the work stuff. If the party goes well, AD gonna get the contract.

Enchanted Boomerang, Big O and the Hawaiians have everything ready for a Friday night party out on the island.

Friday night I pick up the foreign guys at the hotel.

Thinking of back home, the foreign guys aren't too keen on an outdoor event. However, by the time we're actually out on the water, they're amazed at how nice the weather is. They want to know, "How many nights like this do you have here?"

I laugh and tell them, "Oh about 300 in a typical year."

They think of the weather back home and just shake their heads in wonder.

We get to the island and the band welcomes us aboard. The foreign guys are greeted by naked black girls, naked gold girls and white ladies in long, flowing gowns of the type that proper 1800s English ladies might have worn.

The foreign guys are immediately pleased by the naked girls. However, they're somewhat puzzled by the white ladies.

This last is good. I always hold a little something in reserve, at my parties.

We start off the party with food and booze. One of the Hawaiian guys is not only a cook, but he also works as a bartender. He has made up a bunch of the kind of rum and fruit juice drinks that slide down easy but then hit like a hammer.

The naked girls serve the luau feast. The Hawaiian cooks have done themselves proud and the naked girls bring platter after platter of good looking and good tasting food.

The foreign guys are very pleased with the food and drink. They're also pleased to be served by naked 'native' girls. However, they quietly ask me, "What's with the white ladies?"

I smile and tell them, "Be patient, you'll see, in time. The wait will be worth it."

The main meal begins to wind down, although there will be more platters of fruit and small fancy meat items.

The foreign guys are pretty well looped by now, thanks to the 'stealth' rum drinks.