I was a naive 19 year old attending Ricks College in Rexburg Idaho and feeling guilty after a makeout session with my boyfriend which involved him touching my breasts. No sex. No nudity. But merely having my breasts touched by someone I was dating was enough for me to feel horrible guilt, so we both made appointments to see our bishops.
This was my very first time seeing a bishop over a transgression and I had no idea what to expect. “Did he touch you over or under your clothing?” my bishop asked. “Under” I responded. “Show me.” The bishop asked. I froze. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do exactly. “SHOW ME” he said more firmly. “I need you to demonstrate for me, with your hands, under your clothing, exactly what it is he did to you. Where, how, and for how long.” Again I froze. I just sat there paralyzed unable to move or speak. Finally he moved on. He said what I took part of was a nasty sin and I would be on probation for the next 3 months and not allowed to take the sacrament.
A few weeks later was Mother’s Week at Ricks and my mom was visiting and attended church with me. During the sacrament the bishop locked eyes on me making sure I did not partake of the sacrament with my mother sitting next to me. Then during fast and testimony meeting he stood and said there was someone in the congregation that he felt inspired needed to come forward and testify about sin and repentance. He then called my name. I was mortified. The rest was a blur.
Oh, yeah. Are you wondering how things went with my boyfriend and his bishop? First question he was asked was “What was she wearing?”… (a bulky sweatshirt, if you were wondering). He then laughed and said “These things happen. Those girls are hard to resist. Try not to do it again.