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fear of getting caught. Before long he started moaning, panting, shoving his dick forcefully between my lips. Then, a stronger
     shove, and I tasted something strange in my throat. He'd come in my mouth. But I didn't have the courage to swallow.
    I don't know if it's true, but he told me it was the best blow job he'd ever had. So I made my debut with critical praise
     . . . All I know is that he really moaned as if he liked it. Once again I didn't have the courage to say that it was my first
     time. We promised to keep it to ourselves.
    I was really silly and broke the promise myself. I told a 'friend', who worshipped the guy. And by the look of things, he
     didn't keep his mouth shut either. The gossip spread throughout our entire year in a matter of days. No one came to ask me
     if it was true, to hear my side of the story. I just heard the laughter and felt people staring at me. Some with malice. Others
     with disgust.
    As if with the wave of a magic wand, everyone disappeared. Not even my 'friends' stood by me. I ended up completely alone.
     People were ashamed to be seen with me. One girl came to ask me how much I charged. I said nothing. Big mistake. I felt hard
     done by. Even the girls who were no longer virgins helped make and spread my reputation as a slut around the school. But I
     kept it together. I went to school as if nothing had happened and even though I felt alone and hurt. I shed few tears over
     it, although I was really suffering. I was only fifteen!
    Then one day I'd had a gutful of the hypocrisy and said, 'I did it, I liked it and I'd do it again.' That shut a few people
     up. I knew I hadn't committed a crime. Then I realised something else. What exactly had the boy told people? Guys have this
     stupid, childish habit of blowing everything out of proportion, bragging. I never found out if that was what happened, since
     no one spoke to me. Not even him. But I think he must have made out that he'd had sex with me.
    The story ended up in the head's office, of course. I denied everything and would have continued to my last breath. That day,
     I crumbled. I arrived home crying and told my mother everything. Well, not everything. I told her I'd left the school grounds
     to kiss a boy and that people were saying I'd had sex with him, that I'd performed oral sex on him.
    It was the end of my eighth year of school and Mum thought it was better to change schools. I don't know if she believed me
     or was just pretending, like me. Bandeirantes was about to become history. That is, if another boy hadn't also left Ban­deirantes
     and gone to study at Maria Imaculada -and ended up in the same class as me. The story was duly spread and once again Raquel
     was margin­alised. Know what? Fuck them!
    The 'Big Twenty' experience had really been very interesting. But it wasn't for me. I work with mybody and, of course, I get
     tired. It isn't an easy life. Ten clients a day is bordering on insanity. Everything hurts. I had to try a different house,
     catch my breath and start again. But with a different mind. I ended up in a house on Rua Michigan, in Brooklin. Now I know
     why I had to spend some time there: it was where I earned my name. I've always loved the ocean. One of my sisters had a holiday
     flat in Guaruja, on the coast, and I used to go there a lot. Good times . . . My only moments alone were in the sea, without
     anyone else around. I even went body-boarding and surfing at some of the beaches there. But no one knew that.
    There were two Brunas working at the house. A client asked for Bruna and the manager took him the other one.
    'Not this one,' he said. 'I want the little surfer girl.'
    I liked the guy. We had chemistry and got along well.
    'Why did you call me a surfer girl?'
    'You look like one.'
    'Good, I like it!'
    When I left this house and started working in my flat, I had to come up with a working name that suited me. I remembered the
     episode and didn't think twice. I'd be Bruna, the Surfer Girl.
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