Confessions of a pervert

INGSOC heard this story from some finnish turist in Oslo:

"I was taking some turist pictures and I somehow lost control. You know, just taking pictures of everything. Me and my friends passed this big bronze tiger statue, and my american friend drew my attention to the gigantic tiger balls. While looking at the balls, this small kid was playing around and touching the strategic places of the tiger. I thought that this would be pretty interesting picture. I went closer and got his attention. I pointed at the tigers balls and then to my camera, but the situation was already gone, and the boy was happily playing with the tigers tail now. I turned around to see my companions shocked faces. Then it came to me that all wasn't right in this situation. Where was the boy's mother? How would it look if she had just seen me? I could had as well been shouting: "HEY BOY! SEE THOSE TIGER'S BALLS? WHY DON'T YOU GO FEEL 'EM WHILE UNCLE TAKES SOME PICTURES?" Uhh... I looked around at the crowded station. Seemed like no-one had really seen. We all disappeared to the shade of the metro where the absurdity of the situation brought the waves of total shame and hysterical laughter one after another.

Now, please mister INGSOC, don't tell this story to anyone."

"Sure, don't worry. You can trust me on this one, hehe."