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but she kept her mouth shut.
She was not in the mood to go rounds with Ray McAlister.
                  Marianne
tried to distract them by changing the subject.
                 “ Who’s
the old guy with Mr. and Mrs. Thomason?”
                  Mr.
Jim Thomason ran a local branch of a national bank, and he and his
wife were NOT shifters.  Clearly, neither was this guy.
                 “ He's
a real estate guy,” Ray said. “He's in town with the intent on
buying up every short sale he can find. My guess is, he's buying out
bad mortgages from Thomason's bank.
                  One
of the bar's attractions for non-shifting locals with bad habits was
the fact that you could still smoke in McAlister's.   Case-in-point: 
The Thomasons – chain-smoking away across the room. Ray
continually fixed the books to erase any income from the sale of food
that would represent more than 10 percent of his income, and thus
eliminate his right for a pass on the state smoking ban.
                  How
regular folks mixed with shifters without ever figuring out what was
right in front of their face was beyond Brandy.  Then again, no
shifting ever occurred in the bar, and non-shifters were not allowed
membership to the health club. Ray would always brush someone off
saying that the club already was at maximum capacity.
                  Ray
was eyeballing Brandy now with his usual rapacity.  She had
slept with him once, when he got out of prison the first time. 
Okay, fine, she'll admit it – then she slept with him again when he
got out the second time. 
But that was it, two times. 
She had fun, but she did NOT want to grow old with this man.
                 “ What
could I do with $25,000?” Ray wondered allowed.
                 “ You
don't need $25,000,” Brandy scoffed.  “You're not short on
cash by any stretch of the imagination.”
                 “ No,
you're right,” he agreed.  Then he turned his attention to
Marianne.
                 “ I've
been meaning to talk to you,” he said. “My cousin's got a
problem.  She got herself knocked up.”
                  If
he was talking to Marianne about this, that meant his cousin got
herself pregnant during her shift.
                 “ It's
not mating season,” Marianne said. “What the hell happened?”
                 “ She
and her boyfriend got drunk and high and then decided to go for a
swim.  She was on the Pill, so she thought there wouldn't be any
risk.”
                 “ What
is she, daft?  Human birth control pills don't work for
alligators!” Marianne exclaimed.
                  This
was one thing that any smart female gator shifter feared – that she
would get knocked up during her shift. That meant life would never be
the same again.  It's the difference between having the national
average of two children per household versus 20-40.
                  If
a shifter gets herself in trouble like this, Marianne was the woman
she wanted to see.  Not because she would help a woman get rid
of them – no – but she would help a woman deal with them.
Marianne ran a daycare center for shifter hatchlings. No woman could
take care of 20+ children every day without help.
                  Here
are some things to consider:
                  If
a shifter spends time in
vitro as
a human, then his or her first shift into alligator form doesn't
occur until puberty.  That leaves plenty of time for a mother to
prepare her child for the shifter lifestyle.             
If a shifter is hatched ,
however, then he lives his first two or three years as an alligator.
His first shift into human form doesn't happen until he’s a
toddler, if he manages to survive his first few years.  So the
hatched shifter has no idea that he’s a human at all until