Reminds me of a Mad Magazine satire of the movie "Summer of '42 ", which had a romance between an older woman and a younger man.
In the movie, she leaves town the morning after they "do it". Leaving him with that special memory, yadayadayada, you know, the kind they only tell in bad screenplays.
In the Mad version, they get married. And the story fades forward to present day, as the character is wrapping up the tale to the reader; "So we got married, I was 17, she 32, back in that summer of '42. And now here I am, 50 years old, and here she is, an old "yeccch" woman of 65."
I hope these two know what they are asking for.
This isn't that schoolteacher and her pupil by any chance, is it?