Chuck knew things could have been worse. He looked down at his legs. He knew he was attractive; in fact, he was gorgeous. He was also still young enough to shape this life in any way he chose. He found her college ID in her purse -- she was a sophomore majoring in fashion design. He could continue that, but it also wasn’t too late to change majors. This wasn’t going to be so bad, quite honestly. He should think of this as the start of something new, a chance for open opportunity. And so he started his new life.