I could write a whole story about my experience, but I’ll just tell you what happened in the Bishop’s office.
I was 18, living away from home in the college dorms. I was feeling guilty because my RM boyfriend and I had “gone pretty far”, not only that, but my BF would “go” even if he just looked at me – I felt guilty about this.
As I started to tell my Bishop, he interrupted me and asked if we were fully disrobed. Then he asked where we were (in a car, on a couch, on a bed, on the floor etc…), were we laying down? Sitting up? Were we watching R rated movies while it was going on? Where did he touch me and how? But the question that bothered me the most? What was I wearing and doing to cause my BF to “go” just by looking at me?
Nothing, I did nothing. I was wearing normal clothes.