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 WOULD YOU?

   For me, the answer was a clear 'yes'.  I didn't say 'yes' immediately,
and I did give some thought to the implications, but in the end there was
really no contest.  I'll give you the question in a moment, but first a few
brief getting-to-know-me facts.  I am Edward, 37, originally from England
in the UK, and a middle-class kind of guy and an average-looking 'thinning
brunette', but 6 foot tall and in good trim shape.  I'm quietly spoken and
gentle by and large, but can be quite intense, especially when it comes to
my 'interests'.  I'm fairly intellectual I guess, my profession being a
piano teacher/frustrated concert pianist.  I am divorced, with no children
- and those last two facts are particularly important to my story that
follows, without which its fruition would have been 'difficult'.  Now, for
the question, put to me by two men whom I'd only known for about an hour.
They'd intercepted me after following my court case where I'd got off on
the grounds of insufficient evidence, but that's a little story for a
future installment.  The question...

   "Would you go and settle on an island, giving up your old life entirely
- an island where *sex with children* was not only 'allowed', but was an
accepted norm?"

   Well, I wanted to know more, but at this point it was a 'yes in
principle'.  You see, I'd been a closet pedophile for the best part of my
adult life: I loved the idea of sex with very young girls, indeed I
positively drooled over it at times.  I adored their very form and
personas. To me there is nothing more beautiful in this world than the
skinny body, or the hair and face of a pretty girl-child.  The intoxication
is not only visual, but up close there is a *smell* to them too - something
sweet, pure and natural.  Maybe only a pedophile notices this, I'm not sure
- like some 'vampire-equivalent' perhaps we are?  Well, I admired them -
ages 5 to 16 give or take - with a highly developed aesthetic 'eye for
beauty'.  At least that's how I see it.  I am not a violent man, nor an
evil one in my opinion, and my dreams on this topic were primarily of the
loving nature, perhaps with a bit of coercian thrown in.  Well, they do
need to know their place - kids - don't they?  So, being the sensitive and
thoughtful type I am, I obviously had to know the wider story on this.

   It was a small island in the South Pacific, some 650 miles north east of
New Zealand - 'roughly', because they like to keep a low profile
internationally.  It was 5 miles long and 3 miles wide, quite hilly at the
north end and with an almost sub-tropical climate.  The population was only
753, making it about 50 people per square mile which is pretty sparse and
relaxing, similar to Shetland or Iceland as most of them were concentrated
in just two main island villages north and south.  Most important of all,
though, was that it was an official 'nation': anybody can found a nation,
apparently, and here an ex-Russian oil tycoon had done it.  He brought with
him his ethos on love and lust across the sexes and ages, and this
underpinned the island's entire culture, politics and education system. 
The important thing was, it was all legal - because their laws were their
own damned business and nobody else's.

   Furthermore, as you'd expect, any adults they allowed in had to be
sympathetic or at the very least 'tolerant' of the culture.  Here there was
no space for bleeding hearts of the type, 'awww you can't make 7-year-old
girls do THAT.' Obviously I had a lot more to learn about the place, and
I'll share the details as we go along in this series.  But for now, suffice
it to say I had enough of the basic details for me to give a 'yes'.  The
essential facts were these:

   Females outnumbered males there 2 to 1.

   At least half of those females were under 16.

   You were guaranteed a pretty, 'live-in' partner of your preferred age
down to a limit of 4yo.

   All females were willing, or at least co-operative, and the culture
trained them in this.

   You were guaranteed casual dating/sex with different females of any age
for 24 hours in every week (or 72 hours if you did not take the 'live-in'
option).

   As an adult male, you had the right to pretty much any type of sex with
your partner/date, but there were laws against violence to the females and
you were expected to be 'sensible about it' and 'caring', especially the
younger she was.

   You were not allowed to just bum around all the time, and had to perform
a service for the community or have a trade for 25 hours per week.

   All these details would have to be embellished further, but it was good
enough for me.  There was really only one catch: the price of admission. 
More about that in the next installment.  That varied from applicant to
applicant, but for me it was basically 'all my worldly goods and finances'.
It was well worth it.  Oh, and another: you were not free to leave the
island at all until you had served a year's 'initiation period', and even
then probably under supervision.  That was not really a catch, though, was
it, since life there would be so nice.  Hell, I was going to be *married to
a child* (with all that a marriage entails) - to a girl of probably 8-10
years of age, going by my current preferences.  I would be able to choose
her from a 'good quality stock', and not only that - I'd get to enjoy
others on a casual basis :-)

   So...  WOULD YOU??

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   any questions/enquiries about life on the island to 'Secretary for
Admissions' at west_saxon@hotmail.com (for rp enthusiasts!).  Any other
feedback welcome also.