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[whispered] ‘Here.’
    Myra: ‘Hush, hush, go on.’ [indecipherable]
    Lesley crying .
    Myra: ‘You are all right. Hush, hush. Put it in your mouth – hush and shift that hand.’
    Lesley crying .
    Myra: ‘Put it in your mouth and keep it in and you’ll be all right. Put it in. Stop it. If you don’t – ssh.’
    Lesley crying .
    Myra: ‘In your mouth. Hush, hush. Shut up or I’ll forget myself and hit you one. Keep it in.’
    Lesley whimpering .
    Ian: ‘Put it in.’
    Myra: ‘Put it in.’ [spoken quickly]
    Ian speaks, but words indecipherable except for ‘hand’. Then footsteps .
    Ian: ‘Put it in. Keep it in. Stop it now, stop it now.’
    Myra: ‘I’m only doing this and you’ll be all right. Put it in your mouth. Put it in – in.’
    Further words spoken by Myra but indecipherable except for ‘put it in’ .
    Myra: ‘Will you stop it. Stop it.’
    Myra’s voice indecipherable, Lesley whimpering .
    Myra: ‘Shut—’
    Ian: ‘Quick. Put it in now.’
    Lesley whimpering and then retching .
    Ian: ‘Just put it in now, love. Put it in now.’
    Lesley retching .
    Lesley: [muffled] ‘What’s this in for?’
    Ian: ‘Put it in.’
    Lesley: ‘Can I just tell you summat? I must tell you summat. Please take your hands off me a minute, please. Please – Mummy – please. I can’t tell you [grunting]. I can’t tell you. I can’t breathe. Oh. I can’t – Dad – will you take your hands off me?’
    Ian whispering .
    Ian: ‘No. Tell me.’
    Lesley: ‘Please God.’
    Ian: ‘Tell me.’
    Lesley: ‘I can’t while you’ve got your hands on me.’
    Lesley mumbling .
    Ian: ‘Why don’t you keep it in?’
    Lesley: ‘Why? What are you going to do with me?’
    Ian: ‘I want to take some photographs, that’s all. Put it in.’
    Lesley: ‘Don’t undress me, will you?’
    Myra: ‘That’s right, don’t—’
    Lesley: ‘It hurts me. I want to see Mummy, honest to God.’
    Ian: ‘Put it in.’
    Lesley: ‘I’ll swear on the Bible.’
    Ian: ‘Put it in and hurry up now. The quicker you do this, the quicker you’ll get home.’
    Lesley: ‘I’ve got to go because I’m going out with my mama. Leave me, please. Help me, will you?’
    Ian: ‘Put it in your mouth and you’ll be all right.’
    Lesley: ‘Will you let me go when this is out?’
    Ian: ‘Yes. The longer it takes to do this, the longer it takes you to get home.’
    Lesley: ‘What are you going to do with me first?’
    Ian: ‘I’m going to take some photographs. Put it in your mouth.’
    Lesley: ‘What for?’
    Ian: ‘Put it in your mouth. [pause] Right in.’
    Lesley: ‘I’m not going to do owt.’
    Ian: ‘Put it in. If you don’t keep that hand down, I’ll slit your neck. [pause] Put it in.’
    Lesley: ‘Won’t you let me go? Please?’
    Ian: ‘No, no, put it in. Stop talking [then] What’s your name?’
    Lesley: ‘Lesley.’
    Ian: ‘Lesley what?’
    Lesley: ‘Ann.’
    Ian: ‘What’s your second name?’
    Lesley: ‘Westford. Westford.’
    Ian: ‘Westford?’
    Lesley: ‘I have to go home for eight o’clock. I got to get [pause] Or I’ll get killed if I don’t. Honest to God.’
    Ian: ‘Yes.’
    Quick footsteps of Myra leaving the room and going downstairs. Then a click, and a door closing, then Myra’s footsteps coming upstairs, followed by eight longer steps .
    Ian: ‘What is it?’
    Myra: ‘I have left the light on.’
    Ian: ‘You have?’
    Myra: ‘So that . . .’
    Indecipherable, then Lesley crying .
    Lesley: ‘It hurts me neck.’
    Ian: ‘Hush, put it in your mouth and you’ll be all right.’
    Myra: ‘Now listen, shut up crying.’
    Lesley: [crying] ‘It hurts me on me—’
    Myra: [interrupting] ‘Hush. Shut up. Now put it in. Pull that hand away and don’t dally and just keep your mouth shut, please. Wait a bit. I’ll put this on again. Do you get me?’
    Lesley: [whining] ‘No, I . . .’ [indecipherable]
    Myra: ‘Ssh. Hush. Put that in your mouth. And again, packed more