Before I left for the airport, I opened my "Holly-cam" app, and switched it from sending its video files to my laptop, and made it send them to the cloud, where I could retrieve them in the middle of the Pacific.
At the boarding-gate I got a call from my boss, telling me that I would be met at the island's little puddle-jumper airport by a woman named Lana, who was our customer's trouble-shooting counterpart to me.
"I understand that she's a cute little Polynesian thing," he told me, "but she's a lesbian, so don't bother wasting your time trying to get anything going with her."
"Don't worry about that," I replied. "I don't fool around. I'm happily married to an awesome woman who satisfies my every need, and I want to keep it that way."
"You might be gone for a long time," he cautioned
