She got a call from a friend.

Johanna strolls down an up-scale commercial district, on her way to meet one of her best friends. She is wearing a long, gray thigh slit dress, and a red brim lady’s hat to shield her from the sun. She’s having a long-overdue break, although every fiber of her body wants to go back to the hospital to do the things she actually enjoys: tormenting women. But her friend Erica the lawyer gave her a call, saying she’s got a new patient that needs “handling”. Johanna would never want to miss this opportunity.

“Hiiii there, Johanna!” Erica the lawyer can be seen sitting at a small tea table outside a fancy coffee shop in a casual caramel tank top, her breasts visibly pushing up her loose tank top, leaving a huge gap between the shirt and her abdomen.

“Hi, Erica, pardoned any rapists lately?” Johanna joins her at the table.

“Weeell, as a matter of fact, I did that barely a week ago.” Erica smirks, drinking a sip of coffee.

“And, this new patient that you wanted me to ‘handle’ is somehow related to this ****, I presume?” Johanna nods with a huge smile.

“Bingo!” Erica leans closer, “You know the arrangement we had with the cops? There’s this bitch Susan, the guy’s ex-girl I just set up, that me and Gretchen let the cops keep for two weeks. Umm…they kinda, broke her in just three days. I’m talking about, you know, bone fractures and…other stuff. Gretchen isn’t a doctor, soooo, you’re kinda the only gal we got. The cops patched her up a little but still, not good enough”

“Does Gretchen want me to patch it up and send it to the asylum? Or you just want me to keep her?”

Erica licks her lips: “The cops said that this Susan had a little bit of too much fight in her, which is why they…yeah. It’s proooobably for the best if you just…” Erica does an injection hand gesture next to her neck.

“My kinda job.” Johanna lays back and delights in the idea of having a new toy to play with, “well, I’m thinking of setting up some little shows with fake police officers to get her hopes up, and boom! Blow it up in front of her face and into the deepest level of hell she goes.”

Erica’s face is brimming with immense admiration. She leans even closer and mutters into Johanna’s ears: “you are suuuuch a ruthless BIIITCH, I love it!” Erica retraces back to her seat, not noticing a couple of pedestrians enjoying the view of two hot chicks snuggling.

“Well, the day’s still young, what do you say we share some of our juicy sexcapades, emm?” Erica joyfully says, “wanna hear about how I pardoned my last ****, honey? Or can you tell me more about your favorite braindead pet? Well, I’m actually more interested in HOW you turn them braindead in the first place.”

The pair of friends share a laugh, and spend the rest of the afternoon talking about their crusades against their own gender.