Time to see what she looks like now. Click on her name....Wow, she looks great ! Wanna see more ? Ok, I’m just one click away from revealing her charming characteristics...Likes, dislikes, 2 columns, different fonts...She likes funny guys (too bad it is not fangy guys), brilliant and cultured people (who said Froggy has no culture ?), who like art (i can become ecstatic saying "wonderfuuull !" looking at a crap canvas), who cooks well : the famous duck is already running for its life !
Personal details now...oh oh...she's a witch ! And she's living in Nancy...time for me to open the legendary "véritable dragon noir" (Black Dragon Grimoire) and start learning the basics of black magic. This week end i'll be in Nancy to take your heart, my lovely enchantress...Be bewitched !

Next day
Last train to Nancy - friday night
"Due to a stike by staff we wish to inform our valued customers that our train will arrive three hours late. Please accept our apologies for the delay". France, i love you...On top of which, some guy stole my luggage when i was at the bar sipping a fourth-rate vodka...
So everything's perfect! I now have to find new clothes, including more sexy boxers with bunnies on them. I have to remember all the spells of the "veritable dragon noir". I have to find a hotel at 3 o'clock in the morning. And most important of all i desperately want to pee...
Luckily there is a small cheap hotel close to the station. Time for me to rest.

Next morning - Saturday
"Bam bam bam !!!" "Wake up !!!"
Oooh...Already 10 o'clock...i still feel so tired...And something is scratching me...hard...very hard...harder and harder. Jesus ! My body is covered with large red bites. I was dreaming i was asleep in a bed of nettles, but it is worse ! I can see a regiment of little bugs jumping inside the bed ! I was sleeping in Bill Gates' bed ! Or more probably a full garrison of fleas drank my blood last night, taking advantage of the fact i was not wearing my lovely pyjamas with teddy bears, stolen the night before...With  a terrible roar, i grab my clothes and jump, naked, through the window....

Same day - 2pm
After a short sandwich (i measured it), some new black clothes, new boxers with Rambo (the only motif i found), a new perfume and a fine for public nakedness, i have yet to find the lovely, lovable Cassiopee. The "magic necromantic directory of all your wishes including finding the perfect goth girl for you, for one night or maybe more", told me she was working in a famous fashion store downtown. Entering the shop, i can feel my perfume dissolving with the heat of desire, this strong smell of leather starting to dance in my nose (doing a lively polka...weird stuff i must say.) Looking around for my victim, i spy Austin Power's italian boots. These are the shoes i need to put Cassiopee's best foot forward. Taking the boots and looking more closely around the shop, i now see her for the first time. She is sitting in a chair, sneering as she  ogles a colorful magazine full of naked men. I can see the name of the mag : "the magic necromantic directory of all your wishes including finding the perfect naked goth boy for you, for one night or maybe more; special printed edition".
I look at her face, still holding my boots in my right hand. She's very cute i have to say!
"May i help you ???" asks a big ugly woman, close to me...But i  want to try on my shoes with the lovely Cassiopee...how can i get this human barrel to leave ?
I show her my swollen bites : "Maybe we could try them on together", I suggest, showing her the boots. "You take the left, i’ll take the right... And we could fly together to the sun...and burn our wings like Icarus."  I wiggle my tongue against my upper lip. She squeals like a stuck pig: "Cassiopeeee ! Leave your porn mag and help this harebrained frog!"
Railing against the whole world, Cassiopee reluctantly approaches...
"I'd like to try on these Italian boots, marvelous woman" i say.
While she undoes my shoelaces, she asks, sneering again, "so you're a harebrained frog?"
"No”, I tell her, “I am a witch".
This sentence has a powerful effect on the lovely Cassiopee. She slowly closes her eyes and rises very fast towards me. She's so close to my body that i can feel her breathing against my belly. My stomach. My torso. I can almost feel her tongue stirring wetly against my neck, as if to lick every drop of blood that spills from it. Full of burning lust, i suddenly notice a strange smell.A horrible smell.  Is it Cassiopee?   No, it’s my feet ! And that's the reason she stood up fast!
"I hope it’s not a problem for you if i let you try on your boots by yourself ?" she asks, holding her nose. Back to earth...with a thud!  
"But I really am a witch!” I insist. “Give me a chance to show you my breathtaking powers. Don't waste this chance. I can be at your home at eight tonight. And i'll cook you something before the big show."
And for the first time she seems to waver..."Well, all right," she says at last.

That evening - eight pm
Cassiopee opens the door. She looks like a princess of darkness with her long black dress, and her red lips which offer me a glimpse of a unforgettable night. Entering her apartment, i see the porno mag lying on the table, open. She takes it, and says, showing me a page which horrifies me: "It seems that you're in here, Froggy."  She points to my half-dressed body, embarrassingly revealed for the second time today. "Nice boxers, sweetheart, i hope you’re wearing the same ones today, i looove bunnies !". And she suddenly rips off my trousers, allowing the Rambos to emerge, pointing their big guns at her.
"I don’t think a witch would wear those kind of panties.", she says, angrily. "i'm afraid you're just a stupid imposter!"
"I told you i'd cook you something first, and that's the reason i'm here. So show me the kitchen right now, and i'll prepare the marvelous duck i have in my bag. The french way - Canard au Froggy! . And i can do it just wearing my boxers if i have to."
Quite impressed, Cassiopee shows me the kitchen. "But remember, Froggy, no magic equals no sex with me". Jesus ! This is the first time i have an opportunity to sleep with a mathematician ! I just need to remember the magic equations that will conjure up heaven for me tonight...
And i begin to curse once more the evil Varney who is responsible for these nude photos of me. I should  never have accepted to be the ‘juvenile lead’ in his latest Z-grade movie, :"The Vampire from Paris in the Bunny Panties"...It is even worse than the worse film by Norbert Moutier (in whose next sex’n’horror film I am playing the ‘Vampire in the PVC Bunny Panties’...)

That evening- half an hour later
The amazingly wonderful Cassiopee opens the door. She comes into the kitchen, probably attacted by the aroma of the cream and the cider, melting together. "Nice smell, but are you sure cream and duck are not a bit too heavy together?” she asks, grabbing my ass hard as if she’d prefer to eat that to the duck. “Don’t you have a better way to demonstrate your amazing hocusy-pocusy skills, my little conjurer ?"
"You haven't got any idea yet of all the magical things i can do with my duck... It will wake up all your emotions, all your sensations, all your feelings! You will never be the same after this experience. It's my best trick!  It may be a duck in your oven but I put all of myself into it too...."
As she again smells my wonderful concoction, i can see her ideas about me have just changed. "I'll be waiting for you in the living room.", she says.  Does her voice sound sexy and promising...or just troubled?

Another half an hour later---
I enter the living room. Once again i notice something new about my delightful Cassiopee. She has changed her long dress for a shorter one. her beautiful legs are revealed to me. I can see  her beautiful bus swlling towards me. Her boobs seem to be round and comfortable like these big floating dinghies you play with at the swimming pool. For one second i imagine my duck resting on them like they were an inflatable table (i am really an awful frog!) And, what’s more,  i can see she's not wearing a bra anymore !
I can also see her eagerness when i'm laying out the plates. I can see her desire when i sit close to her...very close. I can feel her naked leg against my naked leg. I can feel she's now full of torrid passion, ready to enjoy my duck, ready to enjoy my...my...damn, I can’t think of a word that rhymes with duck...  
Yes, as I reach out towards her, I realise that life is a treasure when you're with a such princess...