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The cold night air blew against Jacob's legs, sending chills through him as he walked down the street. As if it wasn't enough that he was wearing this ridiculous nurse costume, his feet were aching from walking so long in these ridiculous high-heeled boots that made it seem like his feet were two sizes smaller than normal. The sounds of clicking heels echoed through the alley as Jacob tried desperately to keep his balance.
To say that it was difficult for him to walk in these extremely ridiculous and too high heels is to say nothing - they were a nightmare! Each step he took seemed like an eternity. Of course he could have taken off those heels, but the last thing he wanted was to get hurt in that dirty alley and catch something like AIDS from the needles laying all over the place. So he decided not to risk it. Thinking about this, he did not even think about where he got this knowledge from.
It was almost midnight, and it seemed that he had been walking forever. He looked around. There were a few cars passing by and a homeless man sleeping under a pile of newspapers. "Where are they?! Damn it, they were supposed to be here, waiting for me," he thought angrily.
From his small purse suddenly came the playful melody of Zaz's 'Je veux', 'Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas!' making him jump a little. 'Fuck, what the hell? Was there always a phone there?!' he reached inside his purse and found an old-fashioned cellphone. The screen showed a name 'Marie Claire' and a three hearts next to it. 'Who the fuck is that?!' Jacob thought.
He answered the call. "Bonjour?"
"Oh, Jacqueline!" said a female voice with a sigh of relief. "Where have you been? You scared me! I was so worried about you!"
"Qu-Quoi?! Zut alors... I mean, 'oo are you?!" asked Jacob trying to found an English words, which now was really hard for him, for some reason.
"I'm Marie-Claire, silly! Don't you recognize my voice, my sweetie? Where are you?"
"Umm..." Jacob's mind was a mess, and his head was hurting a lot. It was very difficult to understand and translate the language that the woman was speaking to him and at the same time try to figure out what was going on. "Marie? Où sont mes... euh... team members?!"
"Team members? What team members? Honey, just look at near sign and tell me what you see," instructed Marie slowly and then with a hint of joy in her voice she added "signe d'adresse!" causing Jacob to squint at the accent Marie spoke with and look around for an address.
"Umm... Meesheegan Avenoo, numéro cent vingt-cinq..." Jacob read off the nearest street sign. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" (What the fuck is that? Am I in fucking Michigan?!)
"Great, I'll be there in a few minutes," Marie sounded relieved and happy. "Stay right there, darling. Do not move!" And then she hung up.
"Wait, Marie! Non, attendez, attendez! Non!" (No, wait, wait! No!) yelled Jacob into the phone, trying to ask her questions, but there was no one on the other end. "Zut alors," (Oh gosh) he sighed, and put the phone back in his purse. 'Okay, okay, calm down, Jacob. Just keep it together. Your team will be here any minute and turn you back to a real man,' he told himself while looking down at his cleavge in tight one piece swimsuit, which was barely covering his nipples. 'Oh, god. Hope they are here soon. This is too... embarrassing. And why the hell on the sign is written 'Michigan Avenue'? We should have been in Texas! Damn! And my language skills... Why the hell am I speaking French now?'