Richard Nailor was wearing a polo short and some nice slacks. His short black hair had been freshly cut and he still seemed a little damp, like he had just gotten out of the shower. His muscled, toned body was certainly something that stood out on campus, as was his demeanor. This was his first ever 'real' job - real in the sense that he wasn't fucking people for a living. A former porn-star, Richard had decided against retirement to go into something he had always thought he would ended up doing in the first place. Lady Shaws College allowed him to teach - both regular curriculum AND the stuff he had made a living off for the past dozen years.<br/><br/>He appeared to be the last teacher to enter the meeting - he wasn't used to being timely in the first place - and quickly takes his seat. He smiles at the other teachers - he was still new enough here that he wasn't familiar with them. He was certain most might recognize him and he certainly wouldn't say 'No' to any of the ladies if the wanted to see if he really was as hung as he appeared to be. He had made it clear that he was more then willing to help out the other teachers if they needed it - a man did offer certain things a woman could not provide.<br/><br/>His attention settled over Astrid, the Goth Girl. "I could certainly use my knowledge of History to teach this one a bit about worship and what is expected of her." He says when it came his time to speak.