Time and time again I meet guys who harbor a secret, dormant love of guns—but don’t shoot. The reason? “My wife doesn’t allow guns in the house.” The easy explanation: they’re pussy-whipped. In truth, they all met their wives after they’d set aside their firearms fascination for the single-minded pursuit of business success. Guns were not in play during their courtship. No gun ownership ground rules were established. They ended-up raising a family in a gun-free liberal enclave. One more thing: they’re all married to extraordinary women. Smart. Funny. Passionate. Beautiful. Loving. OK, the guys are pussy-whipped. And? Love conquers all. Or does it? Would you sacrifice your guns for the love of your life? I sense a romantic comedy coming on, with the wife becoming a pistol-packing mama. Meanwhile, spill . . .