WARNING: The following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters between 
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than a "murder mystery" writer condones murder.

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Jackson Academy for Boys


Chapter 1	Introduction

The constant humming of the jet engines almost lulled me to sleep.  As I sat 
staring out the small window at the puffy white clouds, my mind began to recount 
the recent events of my own life.  I was happy, very happy.  At least since I 
landed the absolute perfect job.

Three months ago, I was hired on as a counselor for the Jackson Academy, a 
special school for boys.  The school targeted primarily troubled kids and busy 
parents.  Most were wealthy, but the school always reserved several 
scholarships for less fortunate kids.  I moved from job to job for several years 
after completing my Masters Degree in Child Psychology.  I just wasn't satisfied 
with the mundane work as a school counselor, when I attended a workshop by 
Dr. Blake Jackson.  Most dismissed him as a radical, but I was curious.

What I heard shocked me!  Dr. Jackson called for a bold approach when 
addressing the needs of troubled children.  He spoke of his residential school 
located in the Caribbean Islands.  He provided research documentation about 
how he turned these boys around from self centered, delinquents to loving 
responsible kids.  He continued to explain that the child must be removed from 
his environment, treated with a strong arm and a loving hand.  I was hypnotized 
as I listened to how he would severely punish a child one minute and tenderly 
love him the next.  What surprised me most was his theory on nurturing these 
boys.  He spoke of the sexual needs of preadolescent and early adolescent boys, 
and how he wasn't afraid or ashamed to address their needs.  After being 
targeted by the FBI for child abuse, he decided to move his school off shore and 
out of the reach of the U.S. government.

He recounted that society has produced a culture of people that values success, 
money, and thrills more than children and parenting.  He views himself as the 
savior of this misplaced generation of children.  His record of success with these 
boys and parents' willingness to send their problems away, created an 
impressive waiting list.  I was also intrigued that he didn't focus exclusively on the 
money.  He was frank about the academy's need for cash and he accepted kids 
from very rich families.  However, he used the fortune of these rich clients to fund 
his ability to accept kids from all walks of life.

After the workshop, I waited until everyone cleared out, which wasn't long since 
most were repulsed by his theories.  I was very excited by what I heard and he 
could easily read my enthusiasm.  We moved our conversation to the hotel bar, 
and 2.5 hours later he asked me to consider joining his staff.  I accepted on the 
spot!  I was ready for a change in my life, and a small isolated tropical island 
sounded fantastic.  But I knew the real reason was a chance to make a 
difference in the lives of hurting kids, and the prospect of having sexual contact 
with a young boy.  Dr. Jackson didn't come out and say that I would have this 
opportunity, but I knew it was certainly a possibility.  

Since I was a teenager, I knew I was interested in young boys.  I frequently 
would catch myself in public places watching gorgeous boys around 10 years 
old.  As I grew older, I masturbated to thoughts and images of these young sweet 
angels.  In recent years, I graduated to pics on the internet, but that was it.  I 
befriended a couple of boys over the years, but was too afraid to act on my 
desires.  Now I have the opportunity to live a fantasy that I could only explore 
previously in my mind.

Two weeks later I had sold most of my possessions, and found myself in a 
private bungalow on a tiny island called Walker's Cay, which is a short boat ride 
to the larger Andros Island.  The more than 40 boys from 6 to 13 years old that 
called this place home perfected this beautiful setting.

