As an older teen I had sex with my boyfriend, J. I went to my bishop and confessed. The bishop asked for J’s name and ward, which I gave him. The branch president of J’s singles ward called him in for an interview where he asked J for details about what had happened. According to J, he asked what positions we had been in, what I looked like naked, what kind of sounds I made, and if I let J come inside me. J finally had enough, refused to answer any more questions and left the room. J went to the Stake President and complained about the questions he was asked. The stake president told him it would be taken care of. Two weeks later, J received a letter telling him he had been excommunicated. No court of love, no notice. I guess that was one way to keep the problem quiet.