Getting mogged at confession

"Father, I need confession." "Come here, sheep of my flock. Let us go into the booth and do the ritual sacrament." Robert and his priest walked slowly to the confession booth. The priest sat down on one side, and Robert on the other side. "So, child. Tell me, what is bothering you?" "You know I like Katie. At the dance the other day, after the dance, we walked outside together. We held hands and walked through the forest path. Then... we kissed. I am ashamed. We need to save this until marriage." "Child, that is a peccadillo, but it is not quite something so bad. Who among the flock has not done that." "Okay, I wasn't quite finished. I was ashamed, really. After that, she put her hand in my pants, and started touching me... down there. I was aroused. I really liked it. And I told her to continue, to touch me..." "sure, and?" "...." Robert paused. He did not understand. "What do you mean?" "Listen, kid. I've been around the block. I've seen and done a thing or two. That's nothing that confession cannot erase." "What, do you mean, Father? Surely a noncelibate person cannot become a priest like that" "Pfft. I've done way worse. I've touched all sorts of things. Including ki