Mary And The Truant Girls 1963.

It's our last time to play truant before we leave school, Magdalene said, after this it's every girl for herself in the mad world out there, so make the most of it. So we did, Martha didn't want to go to the cinema; the films were too worldly, she said, so we went to the park and rode the swings, smoking cigarettes Magdalene liberated from her uncle's shop while visiting his shop on Sunday. Martha brought along a quarter bottle of vodka she borrowed from the parents' larder left over from Christmas; we sank that in no time.  I brought along a magazine I found underneath my cousin Eric's bed with photos of woman in certain positions mostly naked. Martha didn't look at the sinful w****s as she called them Magdalene thought the one on page fifty-two  was worth a scan. Better, she said, than any drip of a man.