Michael Jackson was never totally the unworldly innocent he liked to portray.
From an early age he had been exposed to sex, and his whole experience of life was shaped by it. But in such a way that it would not be surprising if his take on the subject was strange.
Aged four, he was singing with his elder brothers as the Jackson Five, egged on by their hugely ambitious father, Joseph Jackson.
In their early years, the brothers were booked into dives and strip joints.
Nine-year-old Michael watched from the wings as voluptuous women - and the occasional transvestite - stripped naked on stage.
Then he would go home to his mother Katherine, a devout Jehovah's Witness, who imprinted on her sons the belief that lust in thought or deed was sinful.
When they were touring, Marlon recalled his father going off to bed with shapely beauties on both arms and then hearing laughter coming from his room.
No one told their mother what was happening, and the secrecy and deceit led to more unhealthy anxieties for the boy. Michael was even more disturbed when his brothers showed that they had inherited their father's strong and selfish sex drive.
Aged 14, he intercepted a girl named Rhonda Phillips on her way to an after-show assignation with his brother, Jackie. 'Don't go,' Michael pleaded with her.
Rhonda asked why not. 'My brothers don't treat girls too good,' he responded. 'Don't go.'
Rhonda ignored his advice, went to Jackie's room anyway, had sex with him - and was ushered out less than half an hour later, feeling utterly used.
She was walking down to the street when a white Rolls-Royce pulled up. Michael got out and asked if she'd had sex with his brother. 'Yeah,' she answered and began to cry.
'Did he make you do it?' he asked. 'No,' she said. 'I wanted to.' 'You wanted to?' said an astonished Michael. 'But why would you want to?' Michael never followed his brothers' interest in groupies.
From an early age he had been exposed to sex, and his whole experience of life was shaped by it. But in such a way that it would not be surprising if his take on the subject was strange.
Aged four, he was singing with his elder brothers as the Jackson Five, egged on by their hugely ambitious father, Joseph Jackson.
In their early years, the brothers were booked into dives and strip joints.
Nine-year-old Michael watched from the wings as voluptuous women - and the occasional transvestite - stripped naked on stage.
Then he would go home to his mother Katherine, a devout Jehovah's Witness, who imprinted on her sons the belief that lust in thought or deed was sinful.
When they were touring, Marlon recalled his father going off to bed with shapely beauties on both arms and then hearing laughter coming from his room.
No one told their mother what was happening, and the secrecy and deceit led to more unhealthy anxieties for the boy. Michael was even more disturbed when his brothers showed that they had inherited their father's strong and selfish sex drive.
Aged 14, he intercepted a girl named Rhonda Phillips on her way to an after-show assignation with his brother, Jackie. 'Don't go,' Michael pleaded with her.
Rhonda asked why not. 'My brothers don't treat girls too good,' he responded. 'Don't go.'
Rhonda ignored his advice, went to Jackie's room anyway, had sex with him - and was ushered out less than half an hour later, feeling utterly used.
She was walking down to the street when a white Rolls-Royce pulled up. Michael got out and asked if she'd had sex with his brother. 'Yeah,' she answered and began to cry.
'Did he make you do it?' he asked. 'No,' she said. 'I wanted to.' 'You wanted to?' said an astonished Michael. 'But why would you want to?' Michael never followed his brothers' interest in groupies.
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