(Disclaimer: Not mine. I promise. I don't want them.)
(Note: Written for the "Wrong Is Right" prompt off my 25crimes table. And this particular fic is complete.)
It is entirely "wrong", to society what we're doing, she and I.
I'm easily old enough to have been one of her mother's peers. Not quite old enough to be her father, but there's the generational gap. I vividly remember things she's only learned about from books.
Society says it's wrong. She says it's right and to hell with the rest of them. She's happy, we're happy, that's all that matters and I ought to think the same way. She could very well have a valid point. But something in this world frowns on older men and younger women, or vice versa, still. Age is just a number, she says.
Is it right or is it wrong? Who knows? It does however, at least for the moment, work.