I knocked on the door and Jim answered promptly.“Ahh, good, you’re here,” he said, “I knew you wouldn’t be late.”He let me in and I starte... towards the living room.“No, you need to go upstairs to my room an change into the clothes I’ve laid out for you.” He grinned at me, openly leering at me. “There’s a list on the bed of the duties you will be performing tonight.”“Hey, Jim, c’mon, the game’s about to start.” A voice shouted from in the living room. My face reddened. We weren’t alone?“Jim. After establishing a circle limiting the spell's radius of effect I put the belt knife in the circle, sat back and contemplated the intent of the spell. I 'talked' to the spell and to the knife. After a couple of cycles with the genetic spell I had a very nice knife indeed. It was beautiful yet understated in its ornamentation. I then changed the spell to one of a more Aristolean intent. "What is your purpose? With what intent were you made? You are intended to cut anything put before your edge. The food wasn’t as bad as Chad had implied.It didn’t take long to find the room where the orientation was being held. It was big enough to hold nearly a hundred people, and more than half of the seats were filled. I felt a little overdressed though, because it looked like everyone else was dressed for the heat outside. Shorts and skirts were the primary apparel, with t-shirts and light blouses to match. More importantly, I couldn’t tell if anyone else had the pool party in mind, and I doubted I. .and maybe because I stopped trying so hard to attain casual sex – that it finally came to me. There’s this Motel along the route that i take to walk through the city to the Library, adjacent to the sidewalk that I usually walk on towards the Library. This black lady, dressed down, as though she’d stripped down to just an undershirt and panties and had been laying in her Motel room for half the day, sweating and rubbing her pussy and watching Porn – she pokes her head out the door of Room 2b.