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when she finally let go, because this was
going nowhere.  Hugh immediately jumped up and bolted, running
naked in a zig-zag pattern away from her.  Alligators can run
fast, but only in short bursts.  And they cannot zig nor zag. 
             
The reality is, very few gators like to chase anyone on land anyway. 
He likely could have escaped Brandy even if he ran in a straight
line.
                  Brandy
– pissed beyond pissed that she had failed – shifted back into
human form, stood up and walked naked back to Marianne's SUV.
             
                  Brandy
was not remotely shy about walking around naked in the dark. 
She walked around naked as often as she could get away with even in
the daylight.  She had long since gotten used to nudity between
shifts. 
                  Even
though her figure was not going to be featured in gentlemen's
magazines anytime soon, she accepted her girth as being as nature
intended.  Brandy's two best features were her long, straight
glossy dark brown hair and mocha skin that never burned in the hot
Florida sun, even though her skin would be dry as leather if she
didn't take care of it the way she did.   The other
shifters thought she looked amazing.  Only regular human men
thought she looked like trailer trash.
                  Her
people – the Guyettes– were a mix of Scotch-Irish, Creole and
Seminole, and her family was spread out across the Gulf Coast all the
way from Florida to Louisiana.  In every generation, more than
one women somewhere was foolish enough or unlucky enough to get
herself knocked up while in her shifter state, thus hatching between
20-50 baby shifters at a time. For this reason alone, Brandy had no
less than 775 cousins. 
                  At
27, Brandy had a high school diploma but never finished an intended
degree at community college, even though she had straight A's and
showed promise in math and the sciences.  Money was too tight.
                  Her
dream ever since she was a kid was to be the first person in the
Guyette family to become a herpetologist.  In her mind, who
better than a Guyette to become a scientist specializing in the study
of amphibians and reptiles?  But everyone in Brandy's family
thought that wanting to be a “herpetologist” meant she wanted to
study herpes, so she just stopped bothering to talk to anybody about
it.
                  No
one in her immediate family was ever that ambitious, and she never
really had any support.  While the gator shifters as a whole
respected her size, they simply had no use for a woman with brains. 
Possibly this was part of what pissed off Madame LaBelle back in
1884.
                  Brandy
never had the chance nor the money to finish her degree, never mind
apply to a four-year college.  So she was stuck doing the most
boring job ever that – even though it paid higher than minimum wage
– did not help get her out of credit card debt.  Then after
her brother died, she lost direction emotionally.  She had hoped
that exacting revenge would clear her head and satisfy her heart, and
make her brother proud in spirit, wherever he was.
                  Putting
her clothes back on, Brandy got into the SUV, and Marianne took her
home.
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
     
                  Hugh
Cliburn was pretty sure which gator had gone after him that ill-fated
night.  He had warned Brandy that he would give her a
respectable and wide berth and chock her attack up to a combination
of PMS and depression.  He was lying.  He really planned
get her back good, if the opportunity arose.
                  Tonight
at Animal Sphere, it looked like he might get his chance with his
brothers to back him up.  On the run from the DEA, they had
decided to shift and hide out in a lake in a swanky planned
residential community.  This did not go over