In the proceeding weeks, his sports car was sold as was all his fishing tackle and guns. Becky refused to have a firearm in the same house with a baby. Besides, she had her spells to protect them, she didn’t need anything as crass as a shotgun to reduce a threatening man to a quivering mass of bloody tissue. All Becky had to do was concentrate and weave her hands in a complex pattern while uttering a quiet incantation and the would-be rapist would find himself sitting on the floor amidst a pool of oversized clothing, peeing and pooping on his former attire while wondering where his peter and balls had gone.