What a lovely story: I hear that a quite mature English teacher eloped to France with a 15-year-old girl. And to Bordeaux of all places, just a week or so after I left it! I guess because it must be legal there to drink wine before you turn eighteen; coincidentally, the age of consent in France is 15, but no - that must be a pure dirty coincidence...
The story also means that there may still be hope... Especially that as far as I'm concerned she wouldn't have to be 10-something, she could be, say, 20-something; and I wouldn't insist on running away to France, just going to a café; and not necessarily to have legal sex there... sorry: drink wine, but to argue about dualism (sorry: Dualism)
PS Yes, I have heard that an abandoned wife and some distressed parents are also involved, but I just can't help it: any story that features an elderly man and an under-age girl getting closer than a meter within one another has some inherent beauty for me.
