At 12 I was a completely naive young girl. The Bishop started out by asking me if I was sexually pure. Then ask questions about masturbating, heavy petting, necking and soul kissing or french kissing. I had no idea what I was being asked, so the bishop took that as a green light to explain things in detail. I was told I was never allowed to french kiss – even with my future husband ( so weird ). He kept pushing and explaining until I got angry and pushed back and said ENOUGH. He abruptly stopped and told me I was worthy. I left the office sick to my stomach, confused and feeling like I needed to throw up.