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“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.”

Mark could only wheeze and point at the ceiling, where a single drop of sweat from his forehead had landed.

It wasn’t a jab. It was a piston. A cashmere-covered, Pilates-core-powered piston that connected perfectly, perfectly , with Mark’s diaphragm.

Mark, still unable to speak, gave a weak thumbs-up.

Mark thought he was being a hero. His stepmom, Claire, a 47-year-old Pilates instructor with a kind smile and a terrifyingly organized spice rack, had mentioned feeling jumpy walking the dog after dark. So, for his community college criminology project, he decided to teach her “the basics.” What could go wrong?

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