Last time I went into a church was in the early 80s. I was about 11. My folks had sent me to Sunday school. They weren't particularly religious but I guess they just wanted some time to themselves on a Sunday morning. Anyway, the priest or vicar or whatever they are called kept touching my arse. Not just an accidental touch but actually pulling my trousers back and putting his hand down and having a squeeze of my arse. I told my Dad when it first happened. He said he would take care of it. I never saw that vicar again after that and my Dad has always refused to tell me what went on, only that he had sorted it. My Dad passed recently and I still don't know what happened to the vicar bloke. The police have never been in touch so I am assuming it is all cool.