I finished by casting a collection spell on the ruined front door parts and then a repair spell to fix it as good as new. Following that, I removed th... guns from each of them and sent them to the bay out past the end of Broadway.“What the hell is going on here?” Paddy demanded, as he recovered. Maureen had moved over against Jill and clutched her skirt with a death grip. The entire episode was over so quickly that it hadn’t attracted the attention of passersby, at least none that those who saw. A scruffy, powerfully built man in motorcycle gear standing out front of the grocery let out a wolf whistle and called out: "That is one hot bitch!"Kristy walked past the man without looking but he grabbed her arm leering aloud, "come'on honey, why don't you ride with a real man?"Kristy slung her bottle in a wide arc and smashed the guy's nose. He screamed as the blood and orange juice squirted over Kristy and the sidewalk."Kristy," I yelled out of fear of the consequences, "don't kill him!". It wasn't the greatest job inthe world, but it gave her spending money for clothes, tapes and stuff. Theonly thing that annoyed her was that the nickname the younger regular patronsgave her, Professor, for teaching at the 'Van Dyke school of sexuality'.Grumbling to herself at the bad pun, she stepped off the bus and walkedacross the street to work.It was a quiet day at the job. Not too many people were checking out books,giving her ample time to read through the library copy of The Source."Yo,. I meant Sir. Please don’t punish me,? she pleaded. ?I am sorry but there are no exceptions. I warned you. Come here.? She walked over to him slowly not sure what he was going to do to her. She hadn’t meant to not call him Sir. It was habit. The sound of punishment excited her and scared her at the same time. He grabbed her slightly hard and threw her on the desk. He went in his draw and got out his metal yardstick; this was the same metal yardstick he had used to show her.