As attractive as the job was and even as attractive as Charles had become to him, Chris was feeling like his values had really been compromised by his decision. Now he was stuck with the choice of making things worse or getting out of the situation, his dignity somewhat erroded but not completely.
The incredulaty of the the site of his boss, now looking 30 instead of 50, taking a back seat to Chris's self respect, Chris felt a surge of confidence run through him. Chris's face crumpled in an expression of doubt. "Look, Mr. Abercrombie, I...uh...I'm just not too sure about this..." Charles's face seem to drop as Chris continued. "...Actually, I am. This is wrong. I have a boyfriend at home and I just can't do this. I'd feel incredibly guilty about it and I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but..."
Charles interrupted before Chris continued. "Chris, I understand, it's ok..." His voice filled with newfound youth and vigor, Chris was taken aback at the reaction. Charles had always been a stern takes no shit kind of a guy and this display of caring and compassion was something Chris never thought he'd see.
Standing up, Chris wrapped a towel around his waist. His sweaty taut muscular body glistened in the low lighting of the sauna. "Well thank you for understanding sir, I appreciate it. And by the way, you were gre..."
Chris stopped suddenly mid-sentence. "Uuuuunnnngggghh..." Kneeling over and in pain, Chris groaned, feeling strange waves pulsing through his body.