Richard did indeed stare at her backside as she presented it to him. His interaction with the opposite sex consisted of porn and prostitutes. It wasn't everyday that a platonic woman presented herself to him, even if she was only a senior in highschool. If anything, it fueled his lust. The shape of her body was quite pleasing and she was certainly the type of girl his main character in the book he had just given her would chase after.<br/><br/>"Good night? Good heavens, is it really that late?" He responded, looking down at his wrist - which was bare, no watch in sight. He looked confused once more and then patted down his robe, feeling the pockets but coming up with nothing. "I haven't even gotten out of my bed clothes..." He muttered, even as she disappeared down the hallway.<br/><br/>Sighing, he headed back to his office - ironically the one place on the ground floor that wasn't cluttered with....things. He looked at the clock on his computer and frowned at the screen. It was late afternoon at best! Did highschool students go to bed at 6PM these days? He certainly hoped not as his stories would be well off in their settings!