When Teaching Stepmom Self Defense Goes Wrong -... 100%

Claire spun around, fists up, eyes wide with adrenaline. “Did I do it right? Was that the solar plexus?”

Claire, wearing her favorite cashmere sweater and holding a can of pepper spray like it was a TV remote, nodded seriously. “So, no going for a nice drive with the kidnapper. Got it.” When Teaching Stepmom Self Defense Goes Wrong -...

The air left his body in a single, silent whuff . He folded like a cheap lawn chair, slid off her back, and collapsed onto the pile of giraffe shards, gasping like a fish in a parking lot. Claire spun around, fists up, eyes wide with adrenaline

Mark could only wheeze and point at the ceiling, where a single drop of sweat from his forehead had landed. “So, no going for a nice drive with the kidnapper

“Exactly. Now, if someone grabs your wrist,” he said, extending his hand. “You’re going to do the ‘heel of palm’ strike to the nose, then twist and pull.”