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THE small crowd waiting at Arrivals turned and stared as the voice boomed: "Is this Tom?" She was just 5ft, slim and muscular, her tiny frame buried beneath an enormous rucksack, yet the voice was deep and rasping, like rusty hinges on a heavy door. She must have been well over 50, with lines of care etched into her sundried face, yet she wore the short leather skirt, boots and tight lacy top of a teenager.
This was Gabriela from Venezuela, and last week she came to stay.See the full content of this document
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Sex, Wine and Nearly a Drowning. The Day Gabriela Paid a Visit
She must have It was an innocent enough comment in a Californian gym that brought her into our lives. She was a personal trainer, and the woman being trained wa...
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