Even though the day for the team's training in the Netherlands was not here yet, Tony Twain had traveled to the nation of tulips first with Dunn.
This was not a vacation. If it was for a vacation, Twain would not go there with Dunn. Over there was a place brimming with all kinds of fancies.
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While Van der Vaart was in bed with his wife, Sylvie, he received a call from his agent, Søren Lerby.
The ringtone coming from his cell phone was van der Vaart's favorite music, but sounded especially raucous at this inappropriate time.
Sylvie, who was lying down, rolled her eyes. She could clearly feel the change in her husband's body. This was probably not what he had hoped would happen.
"Um..." Van der Vaart was a little embarrassed and looked apologetically at his wife. He rolled away from her and took the phone on the bedside table.
