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Criminal Justice (As Taught By A Criminal) - Period 3 - Monday 03/24

Today Deadpool had an assortment of weapons and odd baggies filled with powder on his desk.

Fake, of course.

Well... just don't try any of them, okay? That might be the best move with him.

"Today, yes I know I mentioned learning about felonies, but I got bored trying to write it. So! Today you all are going to learn to hide weapons and other paraphernalia when people are frisking you!"

No, he wasn't even going to bother adding any not dirties here.

"Split into groups of two and get crackin'! One will be the frisker and the other will be the friskee!"

Which reminded him to pick up food for Max...

"Good luck!"

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"Frisker," Jo replied after a moment's thought. "I've got a pretty good idea how you're supposed to do that."

"Alright. Let me go hide some...stuff," Meg said. She grabbed a knife and stuck it in her sock and covered it up with the leg of her jeans. Meg also grabbed a bag of what was supposed to be cocaine and stuck it in her bra. She was comfortable enough with Jo to put something there without dying of embarrassment.

"Okay," Meg said after she was sure everything was hidden. "Frisk me."

"Right," Jo said. "Stand with your hands against the wall and spread 'em."

"Yes m'am," Meg said, trying not to laugh. She did what she was told. Meg was a good friskee like that.

"I wonder if Dean's tongue is hanging out of his head yet," Jo said, patting down Meg's sides in a fairly business like manner.

"I don't see why it would be," Meg said in an overly innocent tone. "This is strictly business. Not dirty at all."

"Definitely not," Jo agreed, running her hands down Meg's leg. "Just one girl frisking another. Nothing to get excited about."

"Absolutely," Meg said, her voice wavering a bit since that tickled a little. Damn her and her ticklishness.

"Besides I doubt Dean likes that kind of thing anyway. Girls frisking each other," Jo tugged up Meg's jean leg and pulled out the knife from the sock. "Boots are better if you're stashing a knife here."

"I'll keep that in mind," Meg said. "You hide knives in your shoes often?"

"It's a good place to keep them when you don't want them at your waist," Jo replied, checking Meg's other leg. "Although I suppose your hair might work if you had the right style."

"Good to know," she said. "Not that I plan on hiding knives on my person anytime soon. But still, good to know."

Jo stood up again. "Now if you'll just turn around."

She wasn't turning pink around the ears. Shut up.

Meg turned around and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. She smirked. "Are you getting nervous, Officer?"

"Of course not," Jo replied, after all it'd just be like one of those cancer checks, and she wouldn't even have to check that closely. "I just need to check your...uh..."

Meg moved her arms. She couldn't stop the blush that was creeping up as she spoke. "Go ahead."

"This'll only take a minute," Jo said, bringing her hands up. "Maybe even less."

"Do what you gotta do," Meg said, giggling nervously.

Although she really wanted to make it only the most perfunctory of pats, Jo attempted a semi-thorough job. "Oh, man, please tell me you didn't hide something there?"

Meg looked innocent. "Well, where would you hide something?"

She hoped Jo would just ask her to take it out rather than putting her hand in there.

Oh, yeah, no way was she doing that. "Point," she said, blushing quite fiercely. "If you will?"

Meg pointed at her right boob and was so not making eye contact with Jo or anyone else in the room.

"You know, the professor only said we had to frisk," Jo pointed out, looking at the ceiling. "Nothing about taking anything we found off the friskee."

Okay, the awkwardness was killing her. Let's just get it over with.

"Jo, just take it out," Meg said. "Quit being a chicken."

Said the girl who was squeezing her eyes shut to avoid looking at anybody.

"Am not a chicken," Jo protested.

The flailing diminished her authority somewhat.

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