I know a man with a reputation for fondling women whose habit earned him the title Billy the Squid. His wayward tentacles resulted in his final designation as a sex offender, and boy did his life become problematic. He sold his house & his business and fled town it is rumored to some bucolic unnamed redland outpost. But those women here dedicated to making his life miserable have apparently vowed to dog him to the ends of the earth & remainder of his days. It’s a terrifying object lesson.