Long ago in the Mission Training Center of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I met my great-aunt and great-uncle (yes -- I am related to both of them. Two brothers married two sisters, you see.). They were also preparing for ANOTHER mission (I think they served at least three missions). I shook my great-uncle's hand, gave my great-aunt a kiss, and introduced my companion to them.
As we were walking away, I said to my companion, "You know, I just kissed a sister missionary."
My companion smiled.
"I think I need to confess."
He smiled wider.
Anyway, in my next interview with our district leader (kind of a first-line leadership position, below zone leaders, which in turn are below the "apes" -- the Assistants to the President), I mentioned my sin. He exploded on the spot and began finding various faults with me.
I said, "She was my great-aunt."
He shouted, "I don't care if it was your grandmother, ...!"
I said, "She's my grandmother's sister."
Then it sank in. I have seldom seen a more comical look on a missionary's face. Yes, I got chewed out by my branch president (kind of like a bishop but on a smaller scale), but I still haven't been able to repent of what I did.
So, does that make me a bad person?