Micheal Jackson & Tatum O'Neal
Jackson's sexual proclivities had been a matter of speculation since he was a teenager. Even his mother worried that he rarely went out with girls.
The dynamic sex appeal he generated when performing seemed to desert him in the real world with real people.
No one believed he'd had romances with girls such as Tatum O'Neal or Brooke Shields, no matter how much he insisted he had.
Tatum told a friend: 'How can any girl have a relationship with him? When we're together, he's so shy he hardly says two words.'I know he's a virgin. I wonder if he's afraid to have sex. He doesn't seem very interested.'What he was interested in, however, and was absolutely open about, was his love of children. He made no secret of his feelings.
'One of my favourite pastimes is being with children,' he explained. 'When I'm tired or bored, children revive me.'
He regularly visited sick youngsters. To the world at large, his interest seemed odd, but not necessarily inappropriate. It was part of the way he seemed to shun the world in favour of a fantasy lifestyle.
Jackson with Brooke Shields at a party in 1984. No one believed he'd had romances with girls such as Brooke or Tatum O'Neal, no matter how much he insisted he had.
Nothing could have been more surprising, therefore, than his marriage to Elvis Presley's daughter, Lisa Marie Presley, in 1994. From my conversations with both Michael and Lisa, I am convinced this marriage was not a sham. And, according to Lisa herself, Jackson was a wonderful lover. He was, she said, 'very hot' in bed.
But the allegations being fired at him by Jordie Chandler and his family were like a bomb going off. 'Peter Pan or Pervert?' asked a headline in the New York Post.
It was a question that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He was a contradictory figure. From being the youngest who always had to do what he was told, he had taken a firm control of his career and even sacked his father as his manager.
He was now the adult in charge. But in every other area of his life, instead of growing up he seemed to be regressing: buying toys, playing childlike games and, for the first time, surrounding himself with children.
Young fans who gathered at the gates of the Jackson estate in Encino were invited to spend time with him.
Asked about the possibility of having children of his own, he shook his head. He might adopt, but he would not procreate. 'I don't have to bring my own into the world, he said uneasily.
Instead, he began to develop friendships with young boys.
Micheal Jackson
friendship with Jordie Chandler would make what Michael did or did not get up to with young boys everyone's business.
Whatever the truth about Jackson's sexuality, it was clear - to everyone but him - that, in so openly flouting convention and insisting people trust him, he was playing a dangerous game. He and Jordie had met when Jackson's car broke down in Beverly Hills.
The world's biggest-selling pop star, clad in black turban and veil, stood by the road feeling powerless and utterly alone. He normally had servants to solve this kind of problem - but today he'd left them at home.
The boss of a nearby car-hire business saw his plight and came to his aid.
He brought the star back to his office while the car was fixed and then rang his wife, June, urging her to bring Jordie, her son from her first marriage, to meet the VIP customer.
When the boy, dark-haired and bright-eyed, his face lean and angular, arrived, Jackson peered over his sunglasses at him. Jordie, a huge fan of Jackson, smiled - and his idol smiled back.
In the coming months, the star took the boy and his sister to a toy store and let them load $10,000 of toys into their shopping trolleys.
At Neverland, they all rode in a gondola to the highest point of the Ferris wheel and stopped.
'Do you know how much time I spend up here alone?' Jackson mused, looking out over his 2,000 acres, with a lake, statues inspired by Peter Pan and Disney music emanating from speakers disguised as rocks in flowerbeds. 'I have all this, yet I have nothing.'
'You have us now,' Jordie said, putting his arm round Michael's shoulder. Michael smiled. 'My new little family,' he beamed.
June, Jordie's mother, was happy to go along with this. 'I truly don't think there's a devious bone in Michael's body,' she said.
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