Staring at a picture of Elizabeth Taylor on the wall, Jackson
removed the dressing gown, to reveal a bathing suit. ’You’ll have to
take that off, too, sir,’ said the detective. Michael slipped off the
bathing suit . . . under which he was wearing boxers. ’Sir, please,’
the detective said.
Crying softly, Michael took off the boxers and stood,
stripped not only of his clothes, but of all his dignity. All eyes
peered at him to see if he was circumcised, as Jordie had claimed (he
wasn’t). ’Oh my God,’ Michael whimpered. He looked as if he was about
to faint.